Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...

And suddenly everything was grey,
including yellow...

The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...

.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...

Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...

No figure to
your drawings...