The Morning

Morning arrives, quietly
sighs only inside me
all the sleep I got the chords.
I write to the stars of heaven
melody contradictory.

I am familiar with all the beauty
too melancholy.
I create out of the chords
Finnish-human, which
ignite even gets a tear.

I would say I do not goodbye, just
so long. after the war,
too many life
closed loop timber shed.

The loneliness, the darkness of the heart
induces a deep longing.
I miss the light in the middle of the darkness.

Strangling darkness of the shadows,
because this is now doing a new
journey into the spring.