Like prisoners we have been
until it came to us ;
for the colourscales vibrates
in struggle disappear
for all worries is a clamour
of doubt in hearth.
The covenants are broken ;
as tablets writs :
shattered on the ground
for letters was lost
and the fragments into dust
laws were turned.
It is but a warning to there
take a step back
for in the breath of life are
the missing laws
which we inhale every day
in intuition made.
It flutters outside again - :
we see through it
the clarity of our thoughts
is in wilderness
the beacon on the shores
which is alight. |