At the great wood`s mouth,
by the deep cave`s door.
I listened to something
I had heard before.
The wood`s mouth.
In a field I am the absence.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
And in silence I observe
When I walk I part the air
and always the air moves in.
To fill the spaces
where my body has been...
I close my eyelids.
There was nothing more to say.
I`ve seen it all before.
But, I find comfort in silence,
summer melacholia.
The air shivered against my skin.
Dark leaned into my eyes.