slowly as the

hours draw softly on

in time we feel the song

never ending this droopy time

yearning for the simple day

nothing in my pockets

every occasion you arrive in town

lost to the new surroundings we

seek for a calm night and a relaxing hour

only we can stop us now

not only can I tell you anything I can say anything

sometimes hoping the end of day is dying

holding close to me heart something

important and dear to me but my

night time prayers are on a

young yawn every time I wake up crying

not an event to get over easily

ears burning because of others talking

low to the ground, I walk, but from far above I see,

some moments only there to feel

over the mountain horizon the clouds begin orange

navigation to the preparation of dusk