Talking blood and bones

Nothing’s there,

In disbelieving eyes.

In the wind, wind back old days.

We are left to dwell in hands of Fate -

It never cares.

 

Alas, but so few are ill enough to see

Behind sweetness, behind the scene,

Once and always to be outside the rims,

Always seek for forbidden things.

 

And I envy the stones.

Thing that never live,

Never feel sorrow.

 

And I envy stars.

I would burn my heart

To ease my soul.

 

After all joy,

After all fair and false deeds,

After all hope I had and lost,

I am here. And I am nothing.

In the world of stones

I’m talking blood and bones.