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he died next year
he died next year
yet the world sings on
to defeat the daylight in the void
of time, he knew none but himself
the color of his eye
faded into a morning
he dies this year,
but the world's gone mute.
a shattering blue
there is no significance
to a dark world
a star shadowed by the moon,
endless life destroyed
for split seconds of faith...
there is no significance
to an everlasting world,
already disappearing,
already a shattering blue
the shape of city streets
on the beach
storm clouds
electric green
seem to bury the wind
beneath the sea
somewhere between twelve and six
the sky
a medley of colors
takes the shape of city streets
that seem to bury the wind
my life metamorphosis
my life metamorphosis
in the mirror of my past
future forms of my soul, unknown,
unseen in a crystal ball.
the paths i've travelled
fade away at the sound of my last step |
forever in the gray
the world
fades to zero
clouds count to ten
nothing lives to yesterday
forever in the gray
the wild heart's fields
the lion's greed, in agony
the pain of love and daisies.
growl and depart
from the wild heart's fields
forget the future
predict the past
and stay in the shade of
the elephant's tusks.
mazes of man's salvation
the sand swallowed
the hollow shell
and the waters that flowed from Zimbabwe
got lost in the mazes of time.
the bonfired burn,
sand and water meld into one
barrier between time and truth
the foaming, rolling waves see themselves,
then hide behind the mountains
looming like the Andes.
they dig and tear at the edge of man's salvation.
illusion of separation
the illusion of separation
glows as a reflection
upon the water
a million treetops and their stars
silhouetted against Cheshaven
touch in praise
at dawn.
a quarter of the world,
at seven o'clock
across the timezones,
wake up together |
