Bright madness

I 've thought forever missed you
in this moonlight of pause.
My hands on fewer pulse of wrist
that' s your' s i' d like to hug... just calm...
Calm, so cold, like crying for your broken jewel - heart.
I' m rotten with the nature, attracted by my howl.
This roots - convicted witnesses of madness full of fuel
of lonely hour.
We were together some time ago and now you' re gone, am i so lone!?
"Oh, no"...
Your eyes so widely shut or maybe opened tightly,
excuse, can' t see anything but tears,
they' re dancing to the beams of stars
that am i farseeing really down there deep into your lakes
of this attractive brightness?
Suppose that now i am enchanted.
Your fragile jewel now beats again,
even if your blood continually 's flowin',
right to my legs your wounds that i couldn' t
treat 'em...
"You won' t be ever lonely".
"You' re dead".
"I am".
"Am i?"
"Wrong".
And we' re again divided,
by time, that such a relative - the question
worlds are hind or hidden beside 'em?

The nature' s rotten, like deeply i am...
alive and you are dead inside me.
That i was mad, i am, i shall,
you ' all just  dissapeared.
Behind me...
Forest. Inside me...
Jewel.
I' m kneeling forever beside you,
my future whatever.

"The girl is dead you know", -
I' m talkin' to the roots.
In this moonlight without an hour of pause,
i' am attracted by your kindly brightness.