Angelic Visions

Mother, I'm lying in the dust...I've forgotten what I am
I don't know what I'll be
The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the 
last dusk
Along impassable paths I've roamed and now I sense the end
A never grown child comes back to you
A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away 
another time
...to search a new way without you

Desolated, alone...in the shadows of loneliness he stares
Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks
 the seraphic gaze of the angel
Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in 
his palm
Fallen in the mud he lays crying...a handful of dead leaves
 in his hand
...lurking to reach the statue...to touch his lost love 
only once more...
Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead 
leaves in his hand

Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in 
a november day
My flesh and my spirit finally chilled
Now I face the end...I'm part of you...I'm lost with you in
 an eternal embrace
The final shine of this light eternal...the spiritual union
 at the end

Welcome my sweet child...don't cry my son, because you have
 suffered too much...don't cry...
your mother forever with you shall be