Lament I

Waves of Endtimes, lagging.

Behind a mute plan, rhyming.

Gods from up high, sending their signs.

Days that run by, daring,

to satisfy with Meaning,

But I testify, nothing matters.

You are right here, darling,

I don’t feel your soul, nor mine.

You are like a trance,

Just where I am.

Shades fall over my mind,

Disoriented within time, syncs and signs.