Winding road

Desolate ways to forest roads down
to her so far away.
In the depths of night following the winding road.
History of emotions.
A heart full of love, joy and life.
A heart full of sadness, sorrow and despair.
A heart full of grief, pain and regrets.
But always a heart filled
with her.
Years later, a trip down into the past.
Welcomed by all I've left behind.
The empty road as my only friend.

Withered soul

Plagued by visions of times long passed.
Able to hear those hollow words once more.
Feeling empty, meaningless and absurd.
Why does feeling feel like an darkened abyss...
Lost in ancient thougths unable to release.
Unable to let loose of the visions replaying
in my soul.
You are ever there, cause of my withered soul.
Numbed beyond sight, reaching in the blur.
Trying to catch the star that shone.
Nothing but darkness,
like all stars fell from heaven.
Something gently rustles the leaves in the
colourful autumn night.
Leaves as withered as this tired soul.