No one to tell it still haunts these dreams

To lose a dear sister
into the swift wind of days
and the dark hands of death
you need

To find some choosing
find some

And then make a decision despite corruption.

It's all there
under the shadows
with moon
over the living grave

At the exact same time it is stagnant.

And a swift air
silent voice,
let it go on,
remember love,

But what about the runaway?

That burden is not
on you.
That burden
is mine.
Tears will still fall

Into the swift, if that's okay.