Evening

~Evening~

See the cover of the evening fall down on earth
like an embrace of mortality shown fragile
in the mind and eye of life
To my soul binded this dream of illusion
shattered by the thought of time
it’s tear the bleeding wound
The gaze of death to the numbness
in knowing the impossible wish
of immortality.

© Stefan 2009 – 2011

4 thoughts on “Evening

  1. There’s no end in dreaming
    the illusions of glass
    sometimes turn out real
    the impossible might be just an appearence
    to put the veil on the eyes of hope…

    With love/Eclipse

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