The World Post Apocalypse

Spring has sprung
in the life of this earth,
following the apocalypse
that launched a rebirth.

The meek are gone
and will their father find.
But I am more interested
in the horizon behind.

Yes, it is quiet
but I don't feel alone
'Cause it's on this hilltop
that I've built my home

And the last breeze of dust
Has descended from the sky
Witnessing survivors
crawling out to say: "Hi".

Purified from fear
and replaced it with a smile.
We're tired and defiled
yet happy to be alive.

And in pact with nature
from every abyss, to every cloud
we trust in it with our lives
and at night let it be our shroud

When the morning dances

All the birds want to sing along
but the morning's sun is yet to come

Every leaf is dancing and teasing.
Their rythmless dance is all pain-easing.

Nature's orchestra won't be quiet.
With this forrest as its scene
we're memerised by it.

Breathtaking trees and flowers arise
trying to reach these far, azure skies

Strangers are seeking help and care
and outcast are craving protection here

And with this much peace
I would easily fall sleep,
but this feels like love
and I don't want to leave.

A' lone night

The moon is full from where I stand

but how is it back in my sweethearts land?

Is the sky as dark and filled with clouds?

Has the night also silenced all the yelling mouths?

Has the drunks' party ended,

making everyone go home?

Are we the only couple tonight

were both sleep alone?

Just thinking about you is a mesmerising spell

but where my thoughts went can't anybody tell

And my last return won't be as the night

'cause I'll still be here when there is no light