Insulated in simple Love of tomorrow in effect Something rather than nothing The everything we speak of Expression incarnate Absolute solstice Eternal influence To speak of Instant reality Separate mortality Cyclic inspiration Sordid desperation
What makes us immortal? With its seductive allure With its stone-like gaze Why do we ask for everything? With its promise of nothing With its death-like gaze When makes us tomorrow? With its promise With its everything Where is the immortal? With its illumination With its determination How can brilliance be defined? With its wistful smile With its warm embrace
The beauty of tomorrow The echo of yesterday It’s over Sometimes is nothing The itch of today is gone The reality is over In that moment In that single inseparable moment We only have one In that single moment It is everything we have
The inexplicable rides herd with me It rides me into the dark gray mist It forces me to tell the tale Of the lost and found amiss The reach of a hand extended The picture of a perfect connection Stalwart grounds of no illusion The epitome of respect An epic war without bounds Many battles afoot with zeal Countless lives lost today The inexorable moments Truth fashioned like a sword...
be still feel the moment the currents the light starlight picture standing tall in the dark beyond the light black becomes grey white becomes grey the beauty in the middle no lines insight no borders to see no white or black no division of whole only the swirl the mixture the empty canvas I can see
