Beyond the horizon,
Beyond what we can see,
The souls of the forgotten
Are dancing along the clouds
Covering the once clear sky.
Within the circle,
There’s not a thing you could hide.
Shades of memories,
Shreds of plans and dreams
Are showing us other ways
Beyond where we have gone,
Beyond the horizon.
The garden is keeping its paths
Hidden underneath the clouds
Of raining ashes in the sky.
It’s like hiding the destruction,
The remains of something (anything)
From the seeing eyes of ghosts
Living among the winds of time,
Confusing the illusion of a town
With the ruins of sheltered living.
This has to be cruelty.
The giant guardian has to be
Seeking revenge for us to be
Who caused him to bleed
(Or so he thought).
The soft features of the wall
Drawing its outllines on the ground
– using nothing but the moonlight –
Are hidden better than yours.
I can see you in the dark.
You shouldn’t hide anyway.
Even if there was a reason for that,
You should consider other options.
Press the button to reset
The limitations and break the bounds.
There only are chains to hold you back
If you don’t throw them away.
Falls das jemand nicht zu entziffern vermag, gibt es das Ganze nächste Woche in getippter Fassung. (Kann ja schließlich nicht jeder so eine Bilderbuchschrift haben 😉 )
I’m stupid, I know.
I’ve never needed to think.
You’ve cornered me with questions,
Telling me a story, another tale.
When my head is – finally –
Lost somewhere in the sky
Because I’ve been thinking so much
I won’t remember the day before.
It’s been a good day. So good….
Walking over to your house.
i’ve never expected anything
But what I’ve been given was heaven.
But even if I don’t remember
The smallest thing from that time,
I swear, I would have truly loved you
If only I remembered you.
I know, it’s no excuse,
It’s not a hiding story.
It’s no secret to keep either.
But it’s been a feeling between us.
The scent of old wooden plank
Rotten, cracked, abused,…
Thoughts lingering somewhere
Close to the dusty halls
Within some forgotten corner.
The windows have freed themselves
From their breakable parts.
There’s neither hope nor chance
For some fresh air to make it,
To ever find a way in here.
The seal has been placed,
The vow has been forgotten.
When have you been there
To seek out the elder’s guidance?
Don’t tell me you haven’t known
That this would affect us somehow.
The look you’re giving me
Is telling me more than your words.
Sounds only to betray the silence…
People may keep forgetting
That this island even exists,
But it still does for some reason.
And so do I – just like you do.
A weird co-existence without balance,
A book sealed away to be forgotten
And never be read again.
Does a vow, that’s been made,
That’s never been spoken of again,
Still exist in one of our worlds…
Although noone really remembers?