1. FLIGHT

All around, this spirits' dance
Sweeps away my feelings
High -
Their life, their twirl -
Into the light -
Their cries unspoken

From the steeples, on, they fly
In their skybound spire
High -
The rising souls,
From temple ground
The skies are open

How I'd die to see their face
As they ride in circles
High, their dance is high -
Their gaze brings death
And crippling longing

All immersed in soundless peace
All is fury raging
Swarming silhouettes
In winged ascent
In flight, awaken

Lures of the night
Weaving our flight, together

Blind and bright
To skyshore havens
Light between the heights, untreaded land
In flight, awakened


2. FOREST OF STONE

I drowned inside a dream of
Stone hands,
Depths of silence

A lonely path inside a
Dark chasm
Closed my eyelids

Into the grove
I am a war
In one scream

In worlds of stone
I am the spawn
Of my dream

I walked to lullabies of
Frail eyes
Crafted lifeless

Within a forest carved in
Stone shrines
Of a past life

I passed away and woke up lost
In shards, in madness
My bed of leaves is sculpted
As a shallow grave of sin

Labyrinths,
Faces,
Cold night
Wastelands

The farther I roam,
The bleaker my home
The longer I weave
The harder I breathe,

Into the grove
I am a war
In one scream

In worlds of stone
I am the spawn
Of my dream

Like on winter winds
My forest of stone
Will hold my ashes

Roaring,
Moaning...

Into the grove
I am a war
In one scream

In worlds of stone
I am the spawn
Of my dream

Into the grove
Joys and defeats...
Into the stone
Where my heart beats...


3. THE FALLING LIGHT

Time gave eyes to tear the world - the artist
Stretched out from sleep to searing hell

And only when the world was kissed
By his beguiling chant, amiss
The artist's tender home was strewn
To misery and dust

And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as the light dies, faces turn or kneel
Before
The falling light

Addicted to his trance, did smile the doors of hell
And to their kiss, the lover tapped eternal wells
While beckoned by the dead, transcribed their chants
A solstice breathing in his breath, beyond the human lifeline

And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
Just as the fate dies, no-one's left to stand
Before
The falling light

The choir beheld its dying light
The rising archetype, the canvas
With his pale complexion shining through, a dusk

But only those who were by him
Hummed heartfelt requiems, quoth
"The man is not gone, he remains
Our sentry to the cherubim"

And when he fell, his choir of daemons wept as one, in passing
And when he crawled to grave, the shadows hungered more
But as a world dies, time itself stays still
Before
The falling light


4. THE CLOSING LID

The dreamer and the lost
The flame, the ageing cross
The river, flowing bright -
Their echoes are melting in the night

Ghosts of dewdrops in their tears
Time, scathéd in the dust
The dreamer and the lost
They coalesce, they appear

The empty vessel craves
For dreams to come, for days (for dreams) to pass
The springs absorb their streams
The giant night is born alas
(The night is born alas)

There ... the scent defined,
A warden of dreams
The dream is flooded,
The land unbound
The moonlight screams
The messengers of night entwine my eye
And fade
To empty dark

(Closing the lid in the reveries' stray)
The empty moon
Closing its ark
(Lost at the edge of the dark, to nowhere)
A silent spark
Stretched in the air
(Silently gliding from sight, unaware)
The dreamer's glare
Birthing a tune
(Trails of the dreams to exhume, in the silence)
A silent loom
Weaving the sky