From Behind the Verge

By shades merging with darkness
By breath touching in reality
In the past they abandoned bodies
But still alive

Who was beloved will never set free
Behind the fragile verge their eyes
Aspire to gaze in our souls
Through the blind façade
So look sorrow and gloom
Silent reproach wounds us
No one left in nowhere
They will respond from behind the verge.

In the night rain's rustle
I hear their voices calling me
Soon the morning will wipe off their words
But the veil will be torn earlier
Not looking back I'll cross the verge
Where ones forgive without tears
Towards my face is turned
Where the world has no dimensions

So look sorrow and gloom
We will come back with visions and dreams
No one left in nowhere
We will respond from behind the verge.