Lykren
01-14-2014, 05:11 AM
What water turns lovingly
to light
What dreams turn consciously
to death
Music leaves unfinished.
Fictive songs illuminate
the glory and destruction
the mirror and the sea
the voices and the fear.
Above the cliff we wait -
in sound and life there is dread -
dimmer and dimmer grow the suns -
the stars, incendiary.
Night! Night leaves us behind
in the midst of our own wonder,
alone as crows circling
an empty sky.
to light
What dreams turn consciously
to death
Music leaves unfinished.
Fictive songs illuminate
the glory and destruction
the mirror and the sea
the voices and the fear.
Above the cliff we wait -
in sound and life there is dread -
dimmer and dimmer grow the suns -
the stars, incendiary.
Night! Night leaves us behind
in the midst of our own wonder,
alone as crows circling
an empty sky.