Dying of the sky

Besmirched by black,
the love of the moon hangs herself
in the endless valley

Under the eyes of the sun
the sea of clouds is shattering,
seeping, over the heaven’s riverside

An early death,
the wind has gone with a whisper
Blossoms are lowering their heads

Through Nothing,
a last prayer … [weightless]

(Deutsche Version/German version here)