Where are my sunrises?
Where are my sunsets?
Where are my days?
An endless night
has taken their place.
Where are all my colours?
Where is all 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 in the sky
whose cold light retreats
is all that shines up high.
Where did you go?
Why did you go?
What of my sunsets?
How should I know?