On The Verge Of Changes

Dreadful blinding syndrome
Of a so long given life
To a half dead personage
Of my poor life act.

If it weren't you
Then I could undie in peace
On my own resting
By the lake of the eternal youth.

Your silence terrifies me
I feel you no longer in me
But where is the moon
Has she given place to someone else?

If I lose my ground
There you are to hold me tight
The solid stone fortress
Mistress of my fateful destiny.

Then I can stand up
No more on my knees
Introspectively looking down
Dishevelled thoughts of mine.

If it weren't you
Then I could undie in peace
On my own resting
By the lake of the eternal youth.

Your emptiness fills me
The night was left alone
Full of unlit stars
That illuminate the darkness not.

If I lose my ground
There you are to hold me tight
The solid stone fortress
Mistress of my fateful destiny.