Exile

Sailor on land
from this autumn

with abyss love.

Mermaids without songs,

screamings without voice,

howls.

It was the last tide,

insomnia at sunrise

from a forgotten winter.

Nights without shadows

bonfires without flames,

lies.

All starts are switched off

by a dark eternal footprint.

No more whispers

from hollow words.

Eyes without light,

heartbeats without a soul,

dreams.

Just remember it is fog,

my missing butterfly.