L'aura del Campo

Snow day [181.3]

It will not snow today,
unless it snows in Hell.

Nor will I burn for you
under your spell

I cannot live with lies,
but only for myself.

Time for me to fly and leave
this mortal shelf.

I've sought your cave for shelter
but found it empty, cold;

yet, thought that you were better
than me alone,

It's time for me to search now.
Hope stays somewhere near

where spring and autumn rule,
but never here.

It's not that I don't love you
but whether you love me.

Do you think that I'm some fool?
I set you free

to happily find another,
to somehow stay alive.

I can only send you love
that you may thrive.

© Kåre Enga [181.3] (1.april.2024)