Flies

Wooden bridges in the rain of crying eaves
Wax drops echoing on the palms of coppice leaves
Splashing mallows of the sunset in the sky of wintry white
Do I look like you being here tonight? 

Do I look like you one hundred years away?
Sliding down the roofs, eyes covered with a veil
Crying water, stormy water of blue - 
Do you look like me? Do I look like you? 

Fragile childish fingers holding fishy bones
Acid rain engrains the air and melts the stones
I can see you standing there and never daring to start
Wooden bridges only having us apart...

No surrender - at the distance you stand
Hands will never get the one twice as dead.
Seeing each other, sharing waters and dreams 
I'm the same as you! You're the same as me! 

Wooden bridges miles and hundred times away
We are melting bones in streams of acid veil
In the anise-smelling marshes and blue fields of July
There we fall asleep to make one step aside... 

There we're sleeping dead and buried alive
Caught in rivers, trapped with grasses and vines
In the amber like flies forever tamed
Incorruptible and looking just the same.