Land

There is a land out there in darkness,
A land where no one cares to be,
A land of loneliness and sorrow;
That piece of land out there is me.

The morning star set long ago and
The Moon is covered by stars' fears.
It is in vain roaring and crying
If no one listens to my tears.

The snow has frozen in the black heights,
The wind is moaning with no sound,
The Sun is just a dim, old knowledge,
There is no other land around.

The mist is running through my forehead
My blood is white and cold as ice
I see my dreams flying above me
Stricken like counterfeited dice

The ghosts appear from swamps like ravens
In every never-ending night
They only are the fading shadows
Of what I hoped it was my might

The air is breaking like a mirror
The dawn is eaten by gray bugs
Coming in pairs on crooked rainbows
Expecting all my salty hugs

The sea is raining on my island
With heavy drops of rusty lead
The lightnings here are blunt and wearied.
Oh, how much sadness I have shed!

I see the stone - it's the beginning.
It turns to dust before my eyes.
It is the end that is my guardian.
Tied is my land, wide are my skies.

Florin Leon