Of Solitude - As Time Comes... He Disappears

Along the lake of time
little waves are drawing the path he walks.

The sun didn't breath anymore
above the gray world where he roams.

All stopped but time came,
unmercyful and raw, its pain...
Like millions of thorns starved across his veins.

He opened the eyes to see
how the sands of Chronos
erased all but the path he has chosen.

And as time comes he disappears,
into his own steps
inside a path of green waves made leaves.

Walk the path of the solitude,
one time...And another...And another more...
Every time he lives again
He must walk a path of glory and pain.

Between the woods he rapes
the virginal air the aurora brings.
And its freshness gives him blood
to walk another time into the uncertainty.

And as time comes he disappears,
into an atemporal vortex
of perseverant and eternal dawn.