Purple Red Soil

fading plastic sun I cry 
To breathe your odour by my side 
Afraid a tear could fall and dry... a summer 

drying fish an aimless frown 
Indifferent words in velvet sound 
stranded love too weak to drown... a sailor 

dreaming plastic moon has died 
No more to colour any night 
Hold back the solemn in your eyes... a moment 

sailing child on waters blind 
Elate the sundown you will find 
And deep inside no sun will shine... for never 

Prevail my part 
Come drown me in your sight 

This painful art 
To sear me with no words 

searing mark 
Come drown me in my world 

As like a park 
Asleep to hold the wintersun