A moment begins as once before, broken glass and blackend hands birth again from the dark abyss. A shadowy figures moves swiftly unseen through the night. Broken minds a worthy prey.
Fallen leaves and withered mess,
Breath again a dying breath.
Consumed, decayed silent leaves,
Forever broken solemn trees.
Falling tears, saddened sky,
Clouding grey, heart-wrench cry.
Frightened fox, panic run,
Move upon the blood red sun.
She runs amongst the dawning sky hoping to find a moment of solace from the fright. The cliff edge shows itself through the edge of the forest, drawing nearer and nearer with every stride. She runs to the edge of the cliff and looks above.
Paws have stopped upon the sun,
Dust shall fall, shadowed one.
Comsuming, turning, broken eyes,
Pouncing, turning, sad demise.
Parting cliff, a sad goodbye,
Welcome ground, a warm embrace.
No more victim, no more chained,
A final moment of lost derange.
Once again the drums start bellowing it’s greatest shout. Once again the strings start playing their sharpest note. The Crystal Clear Timeless Seer sings again as the cosmic curtains entrance the living and the dead.
The etheric cosmic cogs of the universe stills to a halt to witness a divine incaration of the endless crests and endless troughs. Upon this timeless moment a frozen breath begins to breathe, a soundless spark begins to burn, a moments rest begins it’s turn.
Flapping my wings, hoping I could fly.
Whether the weather, wet or dry.
Hear me! Hear me! Im the greatest fool,
I fly on pass and I fly on through.
A fleeting moment has chanced upon,
A moments worth and then Im gone!
The hands slowly move as the ripples begin to show. Tuning and turning through the vortex of the invisible constant. An ever forming circle, an ever forming wheel. It begins anew as a Phoenix rises from the ashes. A burning yearning for a day anew.
Sunshine eyes look back at me through the moonlit glaze for me to see.
As the stars sing in the night I hear a voice inside the light.
In the voice a troubled scream, I gaze on close through a hazy gleam.
As I stare I start to wear, the trembled cloak of fear you share.
Birds begin a mighty scatter, I wonder closely on this matter,
Slowly splitting darkened sky as a golden rift begins to cry.
Within this cry there lies no fear, only light through far and near.
As a leaf begins to fall, I see the rest, I see it all.
I look on to the sunshine eyes, I see the moonlit dark demise.
A treasure, yes, beyond a doubt, it speaks to me and starts to shout.
With a mirrored eye I see, one like you… One like me.
In this troubled eye I find, kindred light… Kindred mind.
Broken leaves begin to fall from the withered tree, slowly peeling themselves away from ancient branches. The time has come to begin anew through the darkened span of a leafless existence. The rebirth shall rise again as the flowers spring, when the summer birds start to sing.
A lasting moment, a moment at last.
Time has come to put past to past.
Endure the wind, endure the rain,
Forever forgotton empty pain.
Cloakless now, thoust shall be,
Shrouded leaves of history.
Eyes upon the moonlit night,
Darkened solemn eternal fight.
Green divine shall begin to sow,
Upon this day thoust shall know.
A worthy battle of bark and blood,
Washing through a sunlit flood.
The leaves begin to grow as the flowers sprout with the cooling wind blowing east toward the rising sun. A scorching day is upon us, a summer bright shall be grasp with hands of steel and an iron grip.
Soft words spoken, true and free, shall never hide beyond a mist of broken lies.
The flow of stillness shares the moment upon the utterance of simple spoken eyes.
The calming waters rush through her lips like gliding flying silk wandering wistfully to a receiving ear.
The gentle flowing silk enters as the flutter of birds start to stir, far and near.
A simple state of history, a sublime side of mystery,
Catching on a symphony, a blissful thought for all to see.
Open arms and open mind, becoming ever so entwined,
Falling down upon the ground, harden earthen comfort mound.
Earth begins to be my test, can I bypass and lay to rest?
Do I have to carry this? A burdened state of wistful miss?
What shall now become of me? I never thought I’d ever be,
Sifting through the roots of trees, finding way through complexities.
A broken mind, a mind benign,
Becoming part of me and mine.