The Wings of Melancholy

Tom, can you hear the sigh

of the wings of melancholy?

Do you feel how many tears

are needed to find

this one path?

All you have seen so far

are just a few lonely sunsets,

a few sleepless mornings

that threaten to make you lonely.

I can hear your heart

speeding up.

I know you're scared,

but your fear is dictated by the sky

being too far away.

Tom, believe in my dreams.

I would like to dedicate to you

a few beats of my heart,

an echo of a whispering soul.

Can you hear

the crimson stars falling

with a crash?

Loneliness has turned your time

into stone.

Memory, too painful to exist,

prevents us from seeing the future.

Tom, let me kiss your tears,

as beautiful as the first spring dawn,

as bitter as the truth sold.