Winter Dust

The shining side of the gorgeous moon,
And winter dusts flying silently

Are the heaven of peace for my soul.
My eyes gaze at the frozen rivers

Herons left long time ago.
Solitude is a fire in my blood,
Hope is my doom
Ravens are muttering for me to close my eyes

Harsh wind is ringing in my ears
Dust wraps around my naked dreams.
Now sorrow is beginning to sing again
Freezing smell of pain surrounding me
And hope loses again what it promised previously.
Imprisoned moonlight breaks open the guardian clouds

And touching my senseless blue body
Frozen my soul sings in grief
Pain leaves my soul and moonlight smells like wine
Smells grief, smells heaven
Winter dusts perch upon bare branches of the old willow

Death holds my hands and frees me.
Smells hell, smells cold and kill me…
Pain leaves my heart and winternight
Smells darkness, smells nothing
I’m not wait no more! calling death!