Spring has come, and youth has fled
what is there but a joyous smile
all things come and go, this life
is but a veil of the worlds beyond
which turns and flips and lo'
there we are in the final moment
returning to the earthen womb.
Ah, let the rain wash it way, let it
be a whisper in the wind
a wave hittin' the beaches of (=)
a spirit walks through it
while the body is buried in the soil
becoming a vessel for the next.
I was but a traveller in the betweens
peeking around the corners
seing what happens next and before
but never what was in front of me
and now I lay me upon a field
watching the black matter above
the ruby pink stars in her eyes. |
