Nirvana
It feels like a memory I've never lived
Sinking into the endless holy ground
In the woods first-touched by spring
The dark sky heavy from stars all around
So I turn my head to meet your lips
But I kiss the cold spirit of death
And then the memory turns into lyrics
Those divine melodies we used to whisper
Turn into silent sighs of cynics
Along with sins sleep on clouds in the air
But now the memory sounds like the ocean
When the salty waves hit the shore
What kind of sunny days were these
Our innocent, ancient heart had no pain
God lies on marmoris and next a pile of figs
Their sweet dreamy taste I only hoped to remain
Your mellifluous prayers, ****** of my nirvana wave
I'm sorry I left, but the sea had to be my grave
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