Formerly I was trying to embrace the whole earth Elements spirits were my obedience arms But now my lot is to sleep in my dreams to forget Who I used to be... Awaking with owl cry Which is calling something dead for long ago By depression breaks my calms amber Life I should to go with you again But I strongly cling to my slumber My flesh bleeds with fear in front of dark shining Of timeless gape of eternity but my soul Is carried out with ethereal winds Retention of sleep is the shelter of mine No sunfall no dawn Until Im forced to awake and buried in sun Touch the cold of my skin Dusted with reverie Listen to my breaths crying outwards When I sleep Im free I travel by thoughts without borders Within heart of all things My blood transforms into the wandering lights When the shapes becomes dim Emptiness of my mind contains all the things All kinds of living all spirits of dead are within my soul... Dressed in misery Foreclosed of terrestrial values Of my own history I drawn into mysterious endlessness Glare of ecstasy During instant of reunion With the universe sea In front of grandeur Of persistent revelation Returning to human scene Is embodiment of blasphemy
sleep, sunfall, foreclosed, front, formerly