The thoughts that whisper slowly, Undulate around me, Catch me in the current winding, The serpents touch a guiding hand. Step by step I approach the gifted light, As it burns my skin, And soothes the emanate center. Haste until the fire has a grip, Haste until the ice may graze my breath. You aren’t singing the same song, no, I’ve forgotten the words, To your humble tune, Once to guide me a thousand roads, Once to hide me within the treasures of the desert. I’ve nothing but a melody, memory, Left alone, the meandering emptiness.
These familiar songs of rattlesnakes meeting, in the desert of self. Layers and layers of rippling heat waves, stretching like sand dunes. Crystalline matrix of icy exhale, spine of the eternal axis, flowing in coils; shedding away.
Spiral me away, Only to return. Unearth the shattered bones, Once strewn over barren silence. Find meaning within, Broken reflections. They will show a hundred ways.
The mirror once spoke, as the primary gateway to Andromeda. Now she catches mundane reflections, tied to Set; hijacked venus lines. Trust is, a schizophrenic child who learns to make himself whole.
-Transition, With Winter On Horizon- Hypnotic charm in this one, but I could also hear a child weeping. "I’ve nothing but a melody, memory, Left alone, the meandering emptiness." Its chilling to relate...
To dance within the stars, And breathe the life, That brought tears to your eye, When you let yourself go, Lost in the beauty of a thousand lives before you. Watch them glimmer, glisten, Morning Sun showers to release you. Like a widow of fortune, You're tears in rain, Beauty to move the heart and Leap beyond the decaying tragedy.
