Where is she?

Is she in the trees?
Is she in the seas?
She’s at the Walls,
at the side of my falls,

Waiting for the leaving,
‘Cause I’m dying,
in the trees of loneliness,
inside the forest of my emptiness,

Forest of eternal sorrow,
‘Cause death is our Freedom,
from the Rivers they follow,
to the lies of Doom.

Slow decay and rest,
As I'm running fast,
to find my beloved one,
I hope to find someone.

Maybe I have found her,
but maybe she's still sleeping,
maybe i have disappointed her,
maybe I'm still dying,

but when I see her, those eyes light me up!
Remembering where she was,
deeply in my heart, raising me up!
finally finding where she was…

Wagner Correia
04 Julho 2013