Deep into the void of trees and branches, There is a singing sound of stray wanderers They are not anymore, but their echo remains in whispers long gone
I talk into the mist without answers, Yet they tell within me their memories in misty tracks I wander, following the once of a distant memory
They tell me more than any word of this world...
Could I remain like their echo in the woods? I look into my own faith, which wants to be, Remain here within the darkness, There is all.
I can not live anymore in the world of yours.
In the darkness I can rest until this world has ceased Tree and branch covers me as I close my eyes