Dusted paintings.
Sombre images of yesterday
These memories, chased by winds and clouds
Take me to consider, all left undone.

Can you recall our last sunset
day close to eternity...

 [bad word] to end,
Uttering promises never made.
Afar the wind will take them,
Astray and strange.

 [bad word] to blend,
Years are are made of sand
I'll watch your hair grow,
While I hold your hand.

Maybe each day should be our last
And each hour devours the past.
Bring us, a feast of gods
Before the closing choir echos.

Can you recall our last entwine
moment close to divinity...

I crave, for the evening...
In a garment of stars everlasting,
Fragile radiance...
If the dawn never rises.

I crave, for a new beginning,
And write this history over...
To sculpt a flawless tale,
In my imaginary world.

One day less, I have...
To feel your skin.
One day less, I have...
To see your smile.
One day less, I have...
To taste your lips.
One day less, I have...
To see your eyes.

One day less, I have...
To see you fade.
One day less...
One dream less I have today...