Once again I see the occident
and the wide horizon, ready
to swallow the ruddy ball of light
and melt that with the ocean’s water.
Along the shore, with each step
I am getting a year back
in those memories
once I lived as life.
Those whom I lost
and those who lost me,
I see the sun setting, yet again;
they will also see.
No mermaids I fancy now;
no princess outshines my rustic dreams;
and while I think, the day’s dying already.
The blood stains on the blue sky
fade away as everything becomes colourless
in the nights after the daylight,