9 Years of Solitude

Haunted by the planet akin to your eyes

9 years of solitude gazing at the sky
Searching for the atmosphere that you have become
Eagerly waiting for the auroras to come

Yearning for the touch akin to natures song
Bewildered by the innocent beauty you have become

Shielding the corpse you left behind
Caressing the body I yearningly held once.....

Oh, rosy lips in its blossoming spell
Why stop blooming and turn pale?

Why stop dripping the honey from your lips?
And break the spell you cast on me

Still in the bosom of my maiden I cry
Diamond tears akin to the sky
9 years of solitude waiting to grasp your smile
My time to embrace you has finally arrived