YET

It's not even raining
yet everything's falling wet
The wind is not even blowing hard
Clouds seem to be not as thick as yesterday
they're almost white, yet it's overcast
yet I miss you, and yet I lie.

The clock keeps ticking at the same pace
keeps holding the world awake,
spinning at his musical stream
-like a Little Rock in The River-
keeps me from pronouncing your name.
Yet I want to, and yet I try.

Drop, drop, ever-ending season
While the leaves in the trees
keep the secrecy of your treason to the world...
leaves switch colors, leaves change tone
they unveil me clear and stoned
And yet they care, and yet they don't.

Just like the midst, invisible to those who dance...
Just like air in the space between a "try to" and to fail...
Just like you and me
this season creates a poison to forget
to love again, to unforgettably, regretfully rest.
Yet I believe, yet you hide.

Things haven't changed much ever since
Just the weather, just the reason
to fail once more, to attempt a riddle.
Spiderweb, seventh sense, unspoken wonder,
Haven's rhythm, Hell's complain, my babe:
It's all the same... yet you are written, yet I stand.