Burn
into our memories
Oh great one that once shined
Down upon our heads today
The slow few I remind
That day
Will soon turn into unfelt night
Can’t hinder astral forces
And can’t put up a fight
For sun’s time has passed once more
As orange rays speak out
From far behind those distant hills
Whose backs they now make bright
Remember me, I’m beautiful
She says in a fading voice
Providing all with life
And now departing to another world
…Once taken for granted
With hand held high and finger twirled
What an exit does she make?
Those drivers blinded by the view
To each his own mistake
She says
For where you’re headed, I won’t be
And you won’t say goodbye to me
“The sunset is so wondrous, so natural, so perfect…it really gives you a feeling of depth”
Describe what’s perfect if you can
Not easy like it seams
For once you start
Go on and on
From peaceful dream to waking dawn
Seek perfection…
But create it you cannot
Nor hold onto a dream
For fools reach out from under sheets
When time and space play games, who cheats?
Not I
And not I, myself
Out of a single moment
Which again will never be
Because it’s not perfect to me
With both eyes closed to what life shows me
Not I
This sight you’ll never see
As you read between the lines
Searching for the one that’s straight
Will lead you to horizon
The line that you just love to hate
You dreamer
It’s the only border you’ll never pass
As if a giant gate
The desire to cross shall radiate
From the other side to here
And those poor fool over there
Just stand around and stare
Wishing they were here
Right this very spot we’re standing
Imagining shooting stars landing
As they might as well be over there
No reason I would really care
Holding dear, to me what’s near
Hidden all too well
From the want that makes you cold
The one you’ll never hold
It just melts right in your fingers
And into another land
But in that very instant
You tried to reach the sky
A million things each at arms length
Have forever passed you by
Forever passed you by
Now tell me who’s the fool
You…me…all who we see
Well it depends if you ask me
On what comes next
And which brick path you take
To end up where you’ll be
And your own bed you will make
Just like your destiny