Nothing Else

...nothing else. and with that kiss, let my soul's torment
drift into sleep
touching its flowers with fingertips. seeking and grasping to reach from a distance
for an impulse and an instant of passion, without an end..

even if I were long time dead
I’d think about you to find rest
but sad, like the bushes of roses can't hear
the far away cries of the birds high in their nests
you can not hear me yet you live in me. And I know every instant of you, in guise of a thought
watching thru eyes of the gods, lost in the heavens

yet you won't hear me and I’m left alone
alone with the thought about you
and beauty cannot find its place within you, who are divine beauty yourself
how could it be...
and in you, there is no place for me, yet i am there, in shape of a ghost

you were an image for me, yet while you were imagining me,
who knows what i was
what was my name
what was your love

yet now that you know where i am
you know me no more
nor look at my eyes
and still feel alive

yet if i were to talk
and speak for my soul
and tell you myself
you'd be living to hear more than to breathe -

sweet was the image of you
sweet was the dream'

nothing else. and with that covet fly far away
to chase a desire
through something new

and i might feel insane though in my words, i gift you a gust
an instant of me
take it not, and after a while
there it will vanish.

Yet if ashes go back to ashes, my instant goes not back to me
and is lost forever'
open my arms, and let streams of light
confuse you
and let my soul plunge in it - yet you fear..

Warm is truly your heart, i can feel it so close yet
you're only here if i think it - destiny's joke
i am nothing for you...

sweet was the dream, sweet was the covet, sweet was your soul...

...nothing else, and may your life be happy as before
when you let thoughts have a place for love
when you could see me not
even though you, deep never were, shaken by me

yet if you came to my arms
every word i'd forget
inside you...
you will not come, though i will be waiting
nevertheless..

and even if i were a wizard
i'd not beguile your soul
to give thought a hope
to want you for real
yet why do i torture myself?'

and i hear, far in the air, the sound of your voice lightly laughing

sweet was the dream, sweet was the desire, yet i did not love you enough