getting there may be walking through fire, hot coals,
getting there may need your two favourite things taken away,
getting there may be harder than anything, anything,
and you may want to do anything but get there.

but take it from me,
it is paradise here,
and getting here feels so worth it.

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth whose eyes may look on thee,
Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody
May still devour.

Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm
Has struck my soul with wild alarm,
And, when I see thee, bids disarm
Each vital power.

Speechless I gaze: the flame within
Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin:
My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din
My brain reels round;

And cold drops fall; and tremblings frail
Seize every limb; and grassy pale
I grow; and then--together fail
Both sight and sound.

quién diría que de un momento a otro
ya no te tendría a mi lado
quién diría que de un momento a otro
ya no escucharía tu voz
quién diría que de un momento a otro
la oscuridad te llevaría consigo

Sitting in the dark just gives me visions of you
No matter either way the wall is built
No matter the covering
No matter the adversity
Take me into your simple arms
Your sinful arms
Return me
Release me

There is
just a little too much talk in this room
random words
escaping from well formed empty
lips
vacuous thoughts
escaping and taking form
causing laughter
but not reform
there is
just a little too much empty
frivolity
in this room

Bathing in the sands of lost time
I stir
Longing for more memories to drown in

As the blue fades
my dreams wither
within it

While the light of the ancient stars
breathes around us
I begin to cry against the wind
and within this dark moment
The blue of earth
takes me