When the west glows
And I seize the horizon
Deep and severe
The Lands breathe

Words become thoughts
That silently attend the way
When cold wind
Seizes the weary limbs

A life spent
In creating my november monument

Woods, bare and dark
Frost has stolen the life
The light fades but the heart glows
When shadows grow
And the forest's fresh breeze
Disperses the amnesia

A life spent
In creating my november monument

And it seemes to me
Life is an emptiness
That only november ... fills