I\'m bathing
in the deep
starlight
never minding
the cruel weather
which empties
seasons of despair
turning the screams
to cries of never...
echoless voices
whisper bitterness
is
in dying raving
spitting blood and slobber
I smell funeral chants\'n a pale twilight
and hear the sombre transparence
of the bizarre northern lights
I feel the spasm of feathered leaves
and
beseech thy deities
to rise from
barren wombs
defeating light,
and blooming
with dark
to restore
a lost and broken faith
the full moon bleeds again
upon stone altars
in ritual
night descends again
unleashing the fears
hidden in the sun...
embrace the shadows
accepting fate\'s defeat
and suffer no more...
have you ever
tasted bloods warmth?
a bitter
we wished for a new world
and it sprung from the mists
against cold
upon darker regions
where the sun god
disdains to rise
over the restless
ocean waters...
we wished for a new season
and
a white moon ripens above the fields
her shadow grows with mine
over dense smoke and cold flames
while the salt wind
renews it\'s grip on my skin
and I wait and wait for my tears
to be wiped
lunatic knights
bathing in the transparent light of the moon
travelling to the distant menhirs
where the elders wisdom was first revealed to them
carrying funeral torches...
sons of
My inmost vision is a tree
With soot-stained flowers in its crown
Dead leaves which the wind scattered free
And engraved bark rotting and falling down...
I follow vanished paths
in this immense white emptiness
the distant suns,no longer warm,
slumber in the cold blanket of clouds...
with frozen gestures I try to clean
my eyebrows bristling with
your eyes like black
agates they shine
reaching like metal
inside my souls depths,
yet the primeval spring
they emanate
fails to conceal
thy souls distress...
your arms my cradle
and
when a hands touch
speaks past speech
you\'ll stare into yourself,
beyond...
and hear the dry wind pray
and see shy flowers opening at night only
you won\'t even notice the dawn,
creeping in
RF