The phantom world of hope and sorrow

sometimes goes darker

in the shades of silence,

When this hand reaches for yours

To lead me to the open court

where resides the strangers

of this shallow heart.

This world sometimes fades away

with the wild tempest of desire,

When the shattered souls laugh

at the broken tales

of two restless souls.

Sometimes when the sunrays faint

into the smudged pinks of the horizon,

the pain arouses in the room

and fills it with the smoke of death,

until which, this world's restless.