piektdiena, 2024. gada 8. novembris

A letter.

In morning mist of road unknown,
I step into the ground alone,
He feels the slightest step of mine
Each whisper of the trees and wind
Gets lost in pomegranates and wine...
I step into the Shadow all well known
Unseen to pressure of society
Unseen through mortal eye.
The world turns all around me
And all I see is pitch black sky.
You surround me
In heavens
You surround me
In the dark
You surround me
In love and sorrow
You surround me
And your touch creates a spark
Unbeknownst to skies and heavens
Unbeknownst to mortal life
Unbeknownst to simple treasures of the daily
Spring seeds and lightest leaves
Created autumn rot a wife that weaves.
I sang the songs upon the Heavens
And they didn't hear a word...
But you were there when I was almost torn apart
Your love means depth to me
Your darkness and the silent mystery, bless me with your peace,
Protect me with your sword
The seed of mystery
The Darkness and its lord.
The one that owns the treasure of the Depths...
The one that owns the key,
The morning springtime beauty,
And silent autumn Sea -
Oh, bless my heart.
For it belongs to thee.