After Eternity

May 2002

Oceans like sunrise, and nights as journey
The Calling of the shadows does grow weaker.
Withering the essential figure stands,
A lonely image forged in memory,
A replica of the line which once was.
It still stands upright, picturing one dream.

The light morning's shadow ventures forward,
Always away from that sunrise faint scent.
Ever distant of that light air essence.
It gently touches the dark frozen face,
Unfolding the stone truth written in tears.

We are blinded by a mist of chaos,
For what flowed down softly, as without pain,
Through that bent route towards the wild unknown;
Was the careless flight of an empty soul.

The figure still stands, breathing without rest.
For sailing forbidden seas as dreamers,
Is the spawned false truth of one destiny;
The planted spiral thought... in broken eyes.