To refrain from light is to understand
that without you, I never was,
without me, it would’ve never been,
and without him, no words can ascribe…
I shut out you, the world and I
living us non existent, only to rise back
from were no words shall reach…
to a symphony of thought, to intention,
creation, universe. My eye lids open,
back to creation…
When we were never separated,
we paced within the gardens of
existance as we created, kissing
the forever misunderstood angel
of change.
Constantly dying away
to all the things that we once
thought dear, the prisons we once
feared, the illusions we once created.
The seas then caught our petals falling,
and we danced to the sounds of the ripples
turning them to waves as I called out
to your name, only to hear it in your
ears once again as we both answer to it
we both called out to it.
Why then should we die when death
always creates us?
And pain returns to emptiness.
forever is what we have.
Time was when we imagined
When we were lost to whom
We were, why we where.
This moment
Eternal, were everything returns
As it reaches back to emptiness,
were everything already sits and waits.
Where we already were...
that without you, I never was,
without me, it would’ve never been,
and without him, no words can ascribe…
I shut out you, the world and I
living us non existent, only to rise back
from were no words shall reach…
to a symphony of thought, to intention,
creation, universe. My eye lids open,
back to creation…
When we were never separated,
we paced within the gardens of
existance as we created, kissing
the forever misunderstood angel
of change.
Constantly dying away
to all the things that we once
thought dear, the prisons we once
feared, the illusions we once created.
The seas then caught our petals falling,
and we danced to the sounds of the ripples
turning them to waves as I called out
to your name, only to hear it in your
ears once again as we both answer to it
we both called out to it.
Why then should we die when death
always creates us?
And pain returns to emptiness.
forever is what we have.
Time was when we imagined
When we were lost to whom
We were, why we where.
This moment
Eternal, were everything returns
As it reaches back to emptiness,
were everything already sits and waits.
Where we already were...
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