My confidence has soared across the skies,
You are so beautiful;
No element can surpass this moment,
I have come to come afloat;
Tomorrow is the dear\'s past--I recommend
association,
Tomorrow is the dear\'s past--I shall try again;
For the dear\'s past has no revelry
Contingent are the years in passing,
For when it comes to love, this is all I have
No record of numbers shows that,
And that I have in passing...
No record of instincts shows my character
Only in contact do I provide;
Behold the revelations I represent
The fog has no glory...
Only the people know that I am not strong
For a deafening sentence is a nightmare!
And in one\'s scare, is there a ravening
justice?
The pools of revelry are backed up;
Only the lonely shall survive me now
There is urgence in the sea;
Oh who will only be second best to me
When the floating tides come about?
Oh whose human existence belongs to me
When all I have is myself?
For I am swallowed
And I am shallowed
By heart...
By heart and heart alone, I am shallow!
Seven thousand names written across the shore
And not one expresses me;
For I am swallowed in the sea, and not the
shore--
What have I discovered more?
The vainest cause comes from conception,
Am I the exception of myself?
My philosophy states that I am nonexistent
Heaven\'s rose is now full of hate--
For hate is full of self-pride, and self-pride
alone
What destined rose comes to fail
When all I see is nothing,
Nothing of a dream?
My cause is my concern;
My soul\'s purpose is life,
For life intervenes with the wedding bells
I have ringing in my head--
The soul\'s purpose in life
Is to drown,
To drown and drown alone
I shall survive.
Whose heaven is swallowed in the sea
For all time?
Mine can never be swallowed, but shallowed--
Thank you for the reverings of my mind
Thank you for the memories you have left behind,
Thank you for the sandcastles you have
broken;
Thank you for the childhood you have restored,
For I am swallowed in the sea forevermore,
Forevermore in the sea I am;
For the roses that come to my grave
Shall be sacred,
Sacred as I can be--
What love do you have for me
After the storm?
What shallow grave refuses my name?
I am bound to anyhow,
For anyhow is better than no how;
At last I have spoken my peace
For peace exists only in revelry.
And my thoughts carry on and on like a bird
Swallowed in the sea.