A Note in Her Hands - Inner Missing

I stand above

Her prostrate body

Beholding the deathly pallor of her face

And a note in her hands

With shivering and wounded hands

She asked to forgive her…

The light is dead in her eyes

The light is dead…

When the fear became so weak

Facing the hopelessness…

She sighed with desperate calm

And fade to winter wind

Rejecting life, neglecting all your words…

A step into the silence…

The fierce wind embracing her

With piercing pain

Exhausting all the life from her…

The last seconds

Of agony and fear

Alone

Alone

Alone

On her wrenched wings

She flies away

To the burning in the sunrise horizon

Her body is still here, full of beauty

And even angels envy her escape

I see it in her lifeless eyes-

The shining of ecstasy

The silence is calling for me…

The silence is calling…