Where are my sunrises?
Where are my sunsets?
Where are my days?
An endless night
has taken their place.
Where are my colours?
Where is the music?
Colourless it fades.
A blurry image of a world
now passes by – abates.
Where are my sunsets?
There’s no sun to make them.
A distant globe up high
whose light retreats
remains cold in the sky.
Where did you go?
Why did you go?
Now what of me?
What do I do?