Cypresses and Willows - Elegy

Breathless she lay
in his hands she lingered
like a fallen leaf
that will never turn green.

Lifeless she lay
with her eyes wide open
staring yet again
at his greyest look.

While his skies were tearing
and his oceans stirring
his orphan soul pleading
for another breath of hers.

The night cries with him
as he holds her tight
trying but in vain
her warmth to bring back.

He would give it all
just to bring her back
denying his soul
even lose his faith.

Faith on wind and earth,
that life has got a meaning,
heavens hold a purpose,
humans are not just beings.

But now he is losing her
while he won't let go
of what she left behind
a word, a memory, the cold.

Faith is lost as she...
she cannot come back
even though he tries
to carve another Her.

Molding clay and mud,
carving wood and stone,
kissing alabaster frost
against the non-return.

It looks like her,
it smells like her,
to touch she can't reply
to kiss she can't kiss back.

The graveyard is my shelter,
her stone became my pillow
loneliness I fill with cypresses
and willows that murmur with her voice.

Miracles are lies,
my miracle has left,
and yet I see her sleeping
death cheated me with theft...