Beholding the Crimson TideMoments of truth gone by
Seconds in the overpowering infinity of time
A mirror reflection in the eye
Saw the refraction, subdued colours of the night
KILL ME, SAVE ME
INTO THE COLDEST NIGHT
SAVE ME, KILL ME
NangaraNangara, Aboriginals' land
It will never stop, this human crime
Nangara, Aboriginals' land
He who has the wisdom has borrowed the land
Tells of what I believe may happen soon today:
Crafts moored from Devil's land
The masts' shadows stable on the sand
Northern Shekinah Light
Witness the fluent wedding
The flawless congregation
We waded in as far as we could go
Rising and falling into the water
Returning to the shore, reaching to the north
Where Gods go when they die
By the Shekinah light
Solemn Sounds of the SoulDelightful trees create a shady lane
Autumn rips off all their leaves
Through bogs and mud flats, down the narrow trails
Gazing at the somber flourishes at autumn
Traveling through the soundless dark
With fires guiding us over the bitter terrain
Our images blaze a path
The Dreamweaver's IllusionI lounged about the winding forest paths
Aimless roaming through the archways
Guiding me to the outer-fringe, near the sunken roads
Rage... against the dying of illusion
Shadows of bygone times crawled inside my mind
Each moment seemed to last forever
The Reaper of the HarvestLeading me through the uncertain desert
Searching for the sweet spiritual spring
The brook where I can quench my thirst in death
And fall asleep among the mirages
Concentric waves dashing against the water-gap
Echo's of a desperate cry
Under the Ivy of IthamarLike being underneath, just before snow flakes all settle
That fly up in a final striking display
So meticulously that it turns beautiful with respect
So your words lie under reality ...
What star made your brilliant eyes,
What skies your skin's grain
Obliterates the frontiers of illegibility
Wafts from Irch and Briar BreathOn wet west wind, soft sifts of rain
Wafts from birch and brier breath
Remembering how you turned around
Between the white tree-trunks
Sprinkled with light floating between the leaves
Hurry along the rain-sodden path
Strewn with torn-off leaves and BRANCHES !
When at EventideWhen at eventide
The sun has faded into ocher light
I'm wearing my see-through Kafton dress
And the ribbons in my hair, and in the ice
Engraved in white ...
Inhale me ..... Inhale me
And if no tears come into your eyes