from the clear shadow
of his tears
shined like crystals clear
like heaven, fallen down
upon a field of thorns
rised up, hands folded
dark thoughts of hidden anguish
came to life this night
like the shape of ages forgot
twisting in his mind
for a thousand dead
like the black tears, forever
longing for his dawn
light breaks through,
long years offered to twilight
in the first ray of light
he disappeared from them...
...sadly eyes no longer see...
...for in that time,
the day grew ever shorter