The time of creation has sadly passed,
Now I can't understant the clock,
'What time is it?', I asked ,
'None of your concern, for sure',
A crowd of timeless dead responded,
Cloaked in dark and disregarded,
He wouldn't help, but He has long departed.

Maybe now the winds would speak to me
What I dare not think myself,
Maybe now I would let me be,
Drifting on the line of life and death,
I think the light is all I see,
A dancing, singinging figure,
Close to me from far away,
Never knew I was a wizard, or perhaps she lied,
I thought I knew the rules to play,
But now I know to cheat,
I still can't read the clock,
But now I understand it.

The train passes on the rusty tracks,
Over mist and stone,
Trying to catch the breath it lacks,
The cold, damp wheels spinning,
Crushing flesh and bone
With no regard for its own.
But it's alright as long as the rain hits the glass,
It shelters us from their pain,
As the train makes its' way
On the rusty, ****** tracks.

You read the sun is blue
And you feel it to be true,
God indeed made it so,
But he fooled you, though,
Made you think he told you,
When you just told yourself,
Well done, you stupid rat,
You were God, ignorant of my trap.

Today I left on the nowhere sea
Crying sweet tears of life,
Aboard a shifting, floating ship,
From here to there I creep,
The there we couldn't keep,
Looking down upon the rain,
Neverminding any pain
Or sorrow.

Shining down on me,
Distant dreams of life,
They couldn't help but try
To understand the tears we cry,
They asked of me to say
What makes us think we're so far away
From each other.

But when I stopped, there was nothing but the sun
In the meadow of the only real dream,
Waters running through the dancing trees,
Untouched, neither hers nor his,
Dancing with the wind as they please,
A dream more alive than a lovers kiss,
The Fall of the sacred Spring
Of Life.

Flying a frantic, friendly path
Through the gentle wisps of wind,
Maybe there to make me smile and laugh,
It flew not nearly close enough
For me to smell the wasted time,
But close enough for me to tell
It was a butterfly.

Lighting dim,
Sounds unclear,
The sky is clean,
On a lonely street I
Caught a glimpse
Of what lies beyond the sky
Legs weak,
Body wispy
Made me fear and rejoyce
My near falling into space.

Proud and tall, from the earth you came,
And it from you, or so it goes,
The speeding streams and agile winds
Were there to spread your fame:
"Worry not, they're not our foes,
They're here for us, or so it goes."

You gave a fertile look to all there is,
You thought it all belonged to you,
For all is made from the eye that sees,
But there may be others watching, too.

The winds, they were strong,
The shadows, they were long,
In the forest of your birth,
To which you give no worth.

The stones, they grow as mountains tall,
Only, the mountains were never meant to fall,
The distant sun, a hopeful tale,
Watches over worlds oh-so fair.

The waters run from all but one,
Don't you blink, they might be gone,
I say "might", but hope often lies,
He who leaves is he who dies.

All the strings and drums,
And many a-blissful songs,
Which the leaves never did hear,
They blanket someone ever near.

Not a drop of blood, nor a strand of hair
Would be enough for you to bear
The sighing wind upon your wasted shoulders
As the last echo of your voice would fade,
Stranded in between the clouds of boulders.

The leaves and grass are still,
On their skin the sun they feel,
In the forest of its birth,
The kingdom of forgotten wealth.