beyond the clouds

Somewhere far above,
where the sky dissolves the red sun,
and the clouds make the rays,
in a cloud burst, in the rain,
to fall on the old roads,
upon which I still remember walking by,
visiting her, walking along, homewards,
then when she wished for my company,
some millions of years ago.
That’s what her absence seems,
as if a day each second,
like years each hour that passes by,
in absence of a woman I chose to love,
a woman, a murdrer of my heart,
now dead, still holds on to your name,
the heart did as, now my soul does too,
just to love you, just to hold you,
to tell you what you mean to me.