Bridges collapse into rivers below
Cataracts waltz into the slumbering cold
The earth compass through waves of destructions
Born with no shield, raised to be knights
We drink from our cuts, milky goodness seeping into
The furnace plagued with nightmares
A room full of stars, love and weakness
Love and kindness
Fifty dwelling spirits from the seed of Nereus
In a sea birth the white flesh of a scar glitters like a dream
Clouds drifting in the empyrean gazing
My eyes lock onto the clear blue sky
Like a spell
Like the clouds are a painting
And in this twilight of endless beauty
I am a boy blossoming in a rose garden
Boy becoming man
Noble in the blue mountains, rose petals are falling
We restore and polish the ruins of our dreams
Violins before they were forgotten
Poets before they were forgotten
Alone in the vast emptiness of green wilderness
Looking up at the sky and losing myself in that impossible
Pool of cool blue
The sounds of birds tweeting
Ripples burning in lakes
Curiosity when it gets the best of me
The leaves when they start to crisp and the berries get redder
People when they are kind
The sweetness of fruit when the taste lingers
Solace in remote areas when my aching voice echoes
Soft oranges and industrial grey nights
When it\'s raining softly and I feel the cold wind
Blowing on my skin.