Sunless sky above me, as I look at it in awe from my mind barless-prison,
I wonder how on earth I should find you.

I have walked the moors and nothing I have found.
Just a delicate mist that covers my whole being.
A mist that has become my friend as some sort of reward for my disheartened soul.

Cold drops of rain wash my pale face as they entwine with my tears, and I shout your name as leafless dark trees around me become witnesses of my desperation.

Their miserable appearance, their twisted twigs, their roots; tightly grasping the ground…even them have got the power of staying… staying sane.

Lost is becoming my hope of finding you, I feel it in me, in my heart... and I run trying to get you but only my friend I find, and a cold breeze whispering dead words, manifest a dreadful feeling within me, a dark though loving sensation…:

I would be lost under this grey sky like a wraith, crying lamentations for I have lost you; I have hopelessly lost the illusion of finding you… I am just lost in sadness and despair.



1st Dec 06
Rafael Quintero