She Stood Alone

The crystal moon is still above the horizon
and the sleepy sun is yet to be seen
meanwhile, the wind is waggling the palm trees
trying to wake them for a another day on this shore
so, the flames turned to ashes
but the tunes of the wakeful friends linger in my ears

Barefoot, on the clammy sand she walks
I can see the tenderness in her steps
jealousy, is what angels feel
toward the celestial beauty of hers
hair darker than the coal itself
and azure eyes like the ocean and the sky above it
but then she stood alone
with her orphan heart that lost its pride

Helplessly, I am watching you breathing for the last time
while no one have seen you alive for a long time
she is taking the only path that cures the lonely nights
it is time to make one last glimpse for the life
she is tossed by the tidal waves
like a hat in the strong winds of the fall
such a chaotic moment!
she feels like the autumn hybridized with the spring

Silence greeted our last farewell
but the words I needed have been already embodied
the apathetic sky surprisingly wanted to cry
but it was saving its tears for much ferocious times
the scattered light wrongfully cites the sea
but with its serene voice, the sea pleads innocent
so I stand alone, singing: let the virtuous hearts
dress the wounds with love's purest light