Lonely wind, the damp leaves rustle,
Yet still no sign of a moonbeam.
I want to forget!
Trickling drops melt the silence,
But void is the centre.
I want to forget!
How long has it stayed in the centre,
Though the moon is never born?
I want to forget!
So the Earth sings to me,
And caresses my hair.
Have I forgotten or has it ended?
*
Hush the silence in a restless stream,
Piercing the longings of a hue.
Could he ever be forgotten?
Emptiness in the truth,
Yet drunk with invokings.
Could he have forgotten?
How so does the butterfly soar,
Strangely not performing a duet.
He must be forgotten.
Madness in evening aromas,
Will crush the petals that arrest time.
Still unforgotten...
*
Strike a voiceless bell,
In Avici all remains.
All forgotten.
Hear a resonant voice,
And all deaths alive.
All forgotten.
Pure or not?
Still restless, ever restless.
Has he forgotten?