that Blink of the Eye.
leaving the blood untouched thin
code and secret words
whispers in the dark
still, you don’t hear
what I cannot say
It hurts; like spells and wicked tongues, endless clocks and ruthless sons.
to show you true
the light is dim
I can barely see
that leads onwards
I stand on the edge
looking across the abyss
at the promised land
I want to be another planet with you
Sweet bird arrow feathered golden braid
when only the absence is noted
and the presence is incurious
when shades of blue
are tinting your every day
And if my tears should ever run dry
With no sorrow to complain
I would be left alone a simple sigh
I will fly my boat in poring rain on owly skies shall ride to see shops of florist fashions, and buy like God making heavens.
His hair blaizen red weatherd day
moves hands like jackhammer
make haunting notes did play
left me with quite some stammer.
Now! in celestial heavens do roam
with angels happy dancing some
heading towards Gods mighty throne
waiting outstretched for whats been done.