The sunset
You moved.
You cleaned like a late spring precipitation,
You have boarded a train of blankness
Furthermore, you vanished.
There are more pictures.
I’m undeniable evidence of a memory that is going to vanish
The contemplations remained.
They are a demonstration of the extreme lives to come.
Went.
You went to a far off ocean,
You hand made that boat for me
Was it a boat?
Or on the other hand was it simply a sloop?
It went out.
Each fire of trust was smothered
Goodbye contemplations wilted,
Recollections have been eradicated.
You went to that extraordinary blue ocean
You vanished into the great beyond
You tracked down a mermaid or a lofty bird
You gave him his fantasies
Also, presently I check out at the stars despondently
It seems to be the blue ocean with ships
I’m trusting that the moon will set
As the recollections descended
It went out.
The last flame has gone out.
It was the one remaining in the memory of affection
The fire took wings and flew
Presently it is in another skyline
It is connected to a pole with a rope
I’m actually searching for you near the ocean and in the ocean
Or then again
I’m hanging tight for the boat at the shore…
