Surrounded by trees
and the city sky...
A sea of stars
below and above...
Stairs leading down,
stairs leading up,
walk into town
and celebrate
or enter lush gardens
and meditate...
Under my feet,
far down below,
the subterranean caves,
the scent of sulphur
and dark, healthy wells...
Under my feet,
far down below,
in subways and canalisation
grow dark fantasies,
catacombs of my imagination...
Above my head,
reaching up high,
architectural beauties,
silver towers extending
into the sky...
Above my head,
reaching up high,
the trees and monuments have caught
my inspiration
in an embrace of apocalyptic thoughts...
Lost and Gone
[End.-timeS.]
The sun's turned our bodies to dust
and our souls linger
above an empty interstate.
The deadly dead light
leaves us spinning over concrete.
Scarred by wars long past,
we remember them all.
Worlds were destroyed
and still their beauty sings to our souls,
and the stardust that was once
the stuff of our shells over the ages
washes over the pitted faces of planets.
And I can still feel the lush grass
beneath feet long gone.
The One - a whirlwind
and souls are dancing
- awaiting the Eternal Ones
bringing the cycle to an end,
only to begin once again.