Echoes of the fall

These days
Drowse in silence
But when wind grows
Strong rains will drop

What has been seen
Cannot be forgotten
Even in a dream
At the edge of morning dawn

I dive in echoes of the fall
Facing freezing storms
At the gates of winter

Morning brainstorm
Melts in vanity
Of another day
To dwell

As the slumber
Overtakes me
All those visions
Rise

Haunting memories
Enforce my agony
Entail spiritual
Decay

Colors blinding
Sounds deafening
No return
To life

Can’t ease my pain
Seek for relief
My dying hope
Begs from the nymphs

Nymphs of wailing wind
Here I fall asleep
All I have is yours
Just sing to me
Sing to me
Never fade away