Rested feelings

Days are gone.
Candles die in the wind.
I´m on the ground
thinking about so many things.
I remember our days,
perhaps you can see me somewhere.
Now you found your place
and maybe-you are there.

And there´s light in the window
and I know it is you.
And you spirit is with me
Oh, I hope, it´s the truth.
In the chamber I rested
and you are free.
So I pray- be always with me.



I have to say: I forgot the rest
Maybe I will finish it some day...