Standing on shores of gold...

In my dreams you sleep.

It has been four nights tonight,

and your touch

grows weary and fragile,

holding on to mortal flames,

flickering,

calling you, like sirens.

I am not asking you to come back to us,

stronger -- I know you are not coming back,

you won't listen, you will do your own thing,

I only ask of you,

to brace the storms that are coming,

with eyes wide open,

like the Hero you are,

to greet the journey,

and never look back.

I'll stand on the shores,

on the edge of my mind,

so far away from home,

so far away from the summers,

stepping on sands of gold,

greeting the final Sun,

watching over horizons,

winds, and the bags of Aeolus.

Have a good journey tonight grandpa.

I love you,

with all the warmth of a child's heart.

I am not afraid, I am not in pain,

I am strong and happy -- brave as you would want me to be.

Take care...

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Στα όνειρα μου κοιμάσαι, εδώ και τέσσερις νύχτες τώρα,

και το άγγιγμα σου είναι όλο και πιο αδύναμο,

κρατώντας θνητές φλόγες,

που σιγοπαίζουν

και σε φωνάζουν, σαν σειρήνες.

Δεν σου ζητάω να γυρήσεις πίσω σε εμάς,

δυνατότερος -- ξέρω οτι δεν θα γυρήσεις

δεν θα ακούσεις, παρα μόνο θα κάνεις το δικό σου,

Μόνο σου ζητάω να κοιτάξεις τις μπόρες που έρχονται,

κατάματα,

σαν Ήρωας που είσαι,

να χαιρετήσεις το ταξίδι,

και να μην κοιτάξεις πίσω.

Θα στέκομαι στις ακτές,

αυτής της όχθης του μυαλού μου,

τόσο μακρυά από το σπίτι,

τόσο μακρυά από τα καλοκαίρια,

πατώντας σε χρυσές άμμουδες,

ατενίζοντας τον τελευταίο Ήλιο

και θα θορώ ορίζοντες,

ανέμους και ασκούς Αιόλου.

Καλό ταξίδι παππού.

Σε αγαπώ με όλη τη θέρμη

που έχει η καρδιά ενός μικρού παιδιού.

Δεν πονάω, δεν υποφέρω,

είμαι δυνατός και ευτυχισμένος -- γενναίος όπως θα ήθελες να είμαι.

Να προσέχεις...

Mud

I was a light,
and I shone for them
as bright as I could.
They didn't listen to me, nor did they see me.
They stepped on me,
they thought I was mud.
And I put my best,
to shine brighter,
see?  here's yellow
and here's white
here's blue
here's my light
by the pavement,
a puddle of mud
Yet why won't you listen, why can't you see,
I am bright for you inside,
I'll shine your path so bright
and here's friends my clarity
here's sanity, here's respect,
here's sacrifice, here's truth instead
I was a mud,
for them to step on me,
as heavy as they could,
their soles tortured me,
their eyes despised me,
and when it rained,
I was washed away,
a tiny spec of dust,
sitting by the courtyard,
and wind blew
and here's your friends
and here's your relatives
and here's your love
and here's your hope
and here's to fever
and here's to neon
and my face was gone.