To Burn Before The Sun

To live, to watch the nights of the living.
The winds await and question out presence.
But we, the sleepless and all-knowing
... shall rise again, life rivers flow to oceans.

To be, to rise, to burn before the sun.
Awaken before thee, ever remembering of our life..
Longing for dust to mist, beholding the sky.
As i a fragment of her ashes turn much stronger,

Nor fate for life, no meaning can explain.
Between horizons, my hope will die.
My hope will always fade.
Yet we are held by our own deliberation.
Shall set forth unto an ever ceasing fife

The sun persists to burn, but no longer shines for me.
I now exhaust myself and become
A memory.

(... and vanish life a wasted sun with embers of
Emptiness that shroud my very soul)