KRESTIYANA

In endless Space I drifted naked
With empty Words I shed my Tears,
Beyond the World I searched for Power
Deep in Dreams I lost my Path…

You heard my Silence in Nightly Hours
Like Waves of Music in utter Chaos,
You felt my Pain in Cosmic Slumber
Like piece of Essence of your Soul!

You took my Head upon your Chest
Like Frozen Flower in Hands of Spring,
All the Pain and Inner Worries
You dispelled with Graceful Voice!

I drowned in Blissful Warmth of Healing
In Streams of Laughter filled with Life,
I was speechless in your Enchantment
And all I asked was just your Name!

You put your Hands upon my Shoulders
Your Silver Hair touched my Face,
With gentle Whisper in my Ear
You uttered slowly just One Name…

Fantasmagicka Mysterium

No Tears for Wise man to be found
No Laurels for the Sacred Truth
We stole the Diamonds from our Soul
And instead - became like Stones...

Flames of Night consumes My Nexus!
With Vivid Dreams of Distant Echo
Shapes of Glory inside The Circle
And Silver Eyes outside the Window.

No Symbols for the twisted Minds
No Words can reach the noisy Heart
Her Shape of Moon will Shine tonight
Flickering in Blue Mirror of Starlight!

Rays of Morning burns My Slumber
Like scorching vines above My Head
No Cry, No Tear and No Emotion
All She asks is just DEVOTION...

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Aștepta în fiecare zi legătura cu dînșii, nu era important cum și unde, conta manifestarea dorinței lui nestăpînite – energie monetară abundentă prin metode oculte/magice/ritualistice.
            Era încrezut că ei îl contactau pe dînsul prin vis, astral și prin circumstanțele haotice ale zilei. Știa asta dincolo de dubii, nu putea justifica o așa încredere naivă – doar era încrezut că dorințele lui sunt pe cale de a se manifesta în viața lui banalo-visătoare.
            Nu avea nimica, aproape nimica, doar 61 de bani, era suficient pentru proiectarea îmbelșugată a forțelor mammonice.
            O parte din el era necăjită, deoarece știa că va atinge toate acestea însă nimica din ele nu îl vor satisface. Doar dorea să se exprime la maximum, chiar și dacă asta va duce la autodistrugere. Visul lui era cam sărăcăcios în experiențe, pe cînd valorile intelectuale și spirituale erau în plinătate. Înțelegea acuma mai clar cît de tare e dependent de materia energetico-monetară. Asta nu-l descuraja...invers, se bucura că se află într-o asemenea posibilitate potențială nestabilă.
            Totul a fost decis deja: a căpătat dorința lui materială cu anumit preț: plata îi era revelată la nivel inconștient, pe parcurs o va conștientiza la nivel conștient. Însă asta nu-l deranja deloc, era bucuros că există o așa formă de transformare mutuală – preț/contract spiritual.
            Dorea să-i vadă pe acei care îl ghidau, ajutau în lumiile de dincolo, în sferele transcendente, la descoperirea expresiilor lui mai înalte. Dorea să le mulțumească pentru chinuri, dureri, suferinți, experiențe, cunoașteri, posibilități...să-i cunoască la un nivel mai distorsiat energetic – la nivel fizic.
            Acuma cînd banii erau doar niște expresii banale, a înțeles că a dorit asta mai mult ca niciodată. Ce plăcut era starea asta cînd simțea legătura energetică cu banii, de parcă bancnotele erau conștiente/vii, simțea mirosul banilor ademenitori, vedea puterea lor creativo-malefică. Intuitiv le mulțumea pentru dovada acestei posibilități.
            Blestemul s-a transformat în grație binecuvîntătoare, negativitatea în extaz materialistic, era înecat în combinările materiei, era îmbătat de ispitele plăcerilor trupești. În asemenea stări niciodată nu a simțit exaltarea divină atît de aproape, atît de reală. Era înrobit în libertatea babiloniană.
            Adesea vorbea cu banii, acuma nu păreau doar bancnote din hîrtie chimică dar creaturi înțelepte, exprimate într-o asemenea formă energetică.
            Acuma pentru prima dată simțea că există cu adevărat, că era plin de necesități satisfăcute. Privea la astă viață ca la acele vise realizate, împlinite pe deplin. Credea că va exploda în astă exaltare magică. Totul părea simplu și evident. Adevărul era în el și în dorințele lui, în foamea și setea sa spirituală. Totul ce părea absurd acuma primea o formă clară.
            Nu plîngea cu lacrimi dar cu tristețe exaltată a inimii sale, era toate expresiile odată, toate sentimentele simultan. Niciodată nu s-a simțit atît de limitat, atît de extins în perceperile sale. Viața deja devenise vis, un vis halucinant, intoxicant. Asta era doar începutul, un sfîrșit cu multe fețe...o trezire reușită.

Chemarea Zeilor uitați

Stau în Mijlocul Pădurii
Și vă chem din amintiri -

Tu Zeița Lumii Noastre,
Vraja Lunei Nocturnale
În Apele ce ne-nconjoară
Pe Pămîntul Roditor,
Te chem acuma în fața mea
Să apari în orice formă.
Cu glasul tău de mii de veacuri
Să-mi rostești tu Calea Mea.

Te chem pe tine Zeul Soare
Stăpînul Lumii Animale,
Conducătorul Inimii Umane,
Prinț a Luminei Creatoare.
Te chem din Adîncurile Lumii
Să mă ghidezi prin revelații
Să-mi dezvălui Înțelepciunile Uitate
Să mă-ncoronezi cu Datinile Adevărate!

Vă chem pe voi, O! Zeii Noștri!
Ce v-ați ascuns de ochii noștri,
În adîncul Munților Măreți,
În Ecoul Apelor Spumoase.
Veniți acuma, nu întîrziați
Ruga mea înflăcărată mi-o ascultați,
Doresc să aflu tot ce-i vechi,
Să gust din viața îmbelșugată!

Blood and Water

Words are fading in my weary Mind
Like the Wind beyond the Mountains
What was Dead now calls for Life
Like a Ghost from ruined Sanctum.

In my Dream I saw White Demons
Slain by wicked Swords of Men
They fell like Stars from Crimson Heaven
With broken Wings they cried for Help!

I tried to catch them in my arms
To save them from the Pain of falling,
I begged my Fate to give me Luck!
But all She gave was Countless Feathers…

Tell me now who is Light and Darkness?!
When those who died for Truth and Love
Are long forgotten in the Book of Time
And my Name – just Blood and Water! 

DE MEDITATIONEM VANITATIS

Everything will pass, all my things, feelings, desires, fears and pleasures! Yes, it will! I came with no place and no permanent home, and so I will leave. The most strange thing is: ,,Nothing really matters” , yes, for me is exactly true! To hold on to things or let them go – doesn't matter, it will flow eventually...
          Where are my things from the past? Most of them are gone, but those who are – worthless, or of no much importance anymore. I feel like suddenly awaken – too rush and unexpected! I really want to find a way to slip from this Catharistic Existence! Sometimes too heavy, too short, too beautiful or too unbearable...never in-between...What I really have? What is really mine? What comes from real me? I can't answer because when I begin to analyse, I am drowned in weaves of Nothingness and Allness! Is there a path between these two?
          I am still here...maybe on my way of slipping from here...soon, I hope to reach My Top of Illumination! Or at least to unveil some covers of my Amnesic Manifestation!
          There must be something to my confusion, to this Chaotic Slumber! The thirst to wake up consumes me again, more intense and active than ever before! Nothing bounds me here but still I am bound by thoughts of uncozy feelings!
I MUST FIND A WAY OUT...MY WAY!

Cavalier Scriptum

        My Lady – Happy Freyantine Day! The drops of my Ocean Life can dry but your Crystal River will always flow to its pure Waterfall! This day is a Blessing for such Divine Existence! Rise like an innocent Galanthus from Winter slumber and face the morning light of Life! The sky reflects your eyes and the wind reminds me of your gentle touch...I wish you one thing – just BE! Don’t become…BE in the NOW! This is my legacy for you, my one and only gift. The leaves of my Dream-Tree are golden-blue because of your angelic radiance and graceful voice. The Top of my Mountain is illuminated by your Nocturnal Music.
        Your Cavalier is here, by your side, not always but more often than sometimes. My Crimson Shild will protect your sleep during starless nights and my Silver Sword will reflect the golden light of the Sun in your darkest dreams. My Armor will cover your body from Nightmares and harmful Spells.
        My time is almost spent...the hour is late, so tired of this maze. I must follow, the waves of destiny are calling again. Everything is so fast and unseen, I can barely notice myself.
        Sleep now in your Royal Castle...but I must wake up and continue My hidden Path...I am almost there...I see it – My Home, real one, at least, more real than this one...
        My Spirit will burn for you as long as you will need my Light...      

New Way – My Way

How I am still here?! Before I go...I must finish what I have started! But to do this I need to remember my Self-Soul. Only through The Dream-Rift can I succeed. I am getting closer to this crucial point, with New Way i.e. My Way! My last power I cast into these Words of Distant Echo!
          I see it...It is so real, but not within my grasp yet. How long must I wait? Yes, I know...just a little and I will be gone. They are calling my Name! Every night I feel them in my dreams. From Ages past and forgotten Times the Voices of Balance and Nature are crying for Truth and Beauty. Why me? I don’t deserve such Honor…
          My Mind is so weary of this inner Maze and my Heart is so sick of empty feelings…Soon I will meet my Shadow, the one I banished inside The Crystal Halls of Agony. How blind I was! With time even Light can kill…slowly burning every thought and emotion. There was a time when I ran so fast and fearful from Pain but now it is my only Healer and Guide.
          What I must do to manifest My Inner Flame in the outer Life? There are so many Paths to choose! I know...The Way is already in front of me, still...it is too stained with my own Blood:

I woke from Dream, if dream it was...
Amidst the roaring of distant Beasts,
My hands with Blood and Heart in Fear
On the ground - cold Body with dry Tears.
Horror filled my freezing Breath
When I saw the pale face of Death!
This cold Body on the Crimson Road
Was my own...My Flesh and Bones!
I killed Myself with no remorse...
I closed my eyes with peaceful ease
And cried to the Empty Sky: My SACRILEGE!

ESTEDELUCI

MY LADY! I DON'T KNOW WHY OR HOW! BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS: YOU ARE REAL! YOU ARE BEAUTY, TRUTH AND LOVE! YOU ARE WHAT I AM NOT! YOU ARE WHAT I DREAM! YOU ARE MY DREAM! YOU ARE BEYOND THIS WORLD! YOU ARE WEAK, BUT YOU CHOOSE TO BE STRONG! YOU CRY BECAUSE YOU WANT TO! BECAUSE WITH YOUR TEARS YOU WASH EVERYTHING BAD AWAY...YOU ARE LIKE MOTHER - READY TO FALL DOWN FOR THOSE YOU CARE ABOUT! AND YOUR PAIN IS THE PAIN OF MUSIC! YOUR SMILE IS THE BREATH OF MELODY! YOUR EYES ARE THE DOOR TO LIFE AND LIGHT! YOUR HANDS! MY GOD! YOUR MOST GENTLE HANDS ARE THE POWER OF YOUR SOUL! YOU CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN YOUR PALMS! YOU CAN TOUCH MY HEART WITH YOUR HANDS AND I CAN FLY! I CAN CRY! YOUR BODY IS THE COMBINATION OF GALAXIES, STARS AND MOONS!  AND YOUR VOICE....THE LANGUAGE OF THE UNIVERSE! THE SOUND OF REAL SILENCE AND PEACE...

SACRAMENTUM

I wish you a Golden Autumn...The Leaves may fall from trees but years can’t change your Beauty...You still shine like the Brightest Diamond from the day I first met you. Your eyes reflects the same Divine Light! Your Smile - same Innocence and Grace! Your Voice is still magical, like ever-changing Music of your Pure Soul! No one can break your Heart-beat! Every beat of your Heart is Holy like the notes of Infinite Melody...Your simplicity is stronger than any power in this World.

    Remember that the True Force in this Universe is Love and Beauty, like a Butterfly - fragile and small but one swing of its wings can cause chaos and changes in all the Cosmos.

    When your Tears are falling in dead silence...when no one knows...I am always there, to pick every drop of your crystal tears and treasure them in my warm hands...When you wait in sadness and sorrow in the hours of the night...I am also there, watching and protecting you...like a Guardian that protects a small child from this World of Illusions! When you close your eyes and the sleep takes you into another World of Dreams...I am there also! My hand is reaching for your reflection even in the Land of Fantasies!

    You are Night-Heaven Goddess! Never forget it! Only you burn with a Fire of Music! Only you can reach the Light beyond Darkness! Only you can sing the song of Life and Death! Only you can fly with broken Wings! Only Moon-Lady can be such Graceful and Divine! ONLY YOU!!!

    What if I am wrong???...What if all this is not True???... Then I will still believe that a Simple Stone can hide the most Brighter, Beautiful and Perfect Crystal...I will believe that your Music never ends even if I not hear it anymore...I will believe that you are Goddess even if I will die without seeing your Face again...I will believe in you even if I will forget your Name...I will remember you even if I will lose you forever...I WILL!!!

Nocturna Borealis

O! Queen beyond the Mountains
Sacred Light among the ruined Altar!
Walk with me on golden leaves
Down to the Path of Endless Dreams.

Look at the Sun and see my Face smiling!
Feel the Wind and hear my Voice!
Read the words of your Heart
and you will know my Thoughts!

Go now, fly above the Northern Night
And cast my weary mind in Sleep-delight!
Where the Dreams are Closer tonight
Just for a moment - Your blissful Sight!

O! Goddess with nightly Voice
And with Music in your hair!
Every Note vibrates in Glory
In my body - Thrill of Life!

Alter Deus Ego

„Go in circles day by day!” He said to me silently in my moments of Inner Ascension. Circles? Me? Why?! How can this mean something pleasant? Even if symbolically or metaphorical, it was utter weird! It sounded like bleakly routine to me…Can you be more specific?!
He smiled with metallic coldness, I knew that to be a good sign even for such unpredicted spirit like Ferluci. With his right hand he pointed out to the big stone in the middle of huge oak trees: You see this stone? Even if it is big, symmetric, black and heavy…with time it will become dust! And even those two oak trees will forget of its existence! You are this Stone and the Oak Trees – those around you! Don’t go for such Mono-ones Circle! But in your Inner CIRCLES! Do you see now the difference?!
          I stood there and watched how the leaves from the oak trees fell like golden feathers from petrified Angels in the forms of silent trees. The Truth of his Words floated heavy in the misty air. It was so hard to accept such revelation, especially when you already know it to be in your labyrinthine mind. Suddenly, warm liquid in the form of glassy drops glided on my pale cheeks…before falling down, Ferluci caught them in his gentle palm. He gazed long at those salty tears…With harmonious notes in his voice, he asked: You call them Tears? I nodded. He continued: Strange...In my realm we call them Soul Dew...Don’t spill your Essence in vain, it is the Blood of your Soul! Every time you cry these ,,tears” My spectral Heart is bleeding spirit Blood!
I saw how his ghostly form was covered in crimson color...My Tears became his Blood!
          I took a deep breath and wiped every tear from my emotionless face. I reached for my coat pocket, my fingers grabbed a red pack...I pulled one cigarette and lit it. Ferluci was gone...Cold wind blew the smoke in the direction of his last presence. I started to walk on a small path, leading to a huge forest.
          Beyond the darkness of autumn night, in the gloomy space, a Little Dot covered in a circle of smoke was moving wearily, only sound that broke this silence was someone’s Breath...

HyperAngEL

You can’t Kiss an HyperAngEL…For he will wake up from this dream, but I still want to dream here…Your Beauty and Presence is the most Sacred and Holy gift for me! But if My Light is cut from this World, I will be broken in My Garden of Dream-Rift, scattered by coldness of my frozen body…
        Give me your Understanding and Purity and I will glorify your Soul!
        Give me your Presence and I will take you in Plces High!
        Give me your Light and I will make from it your Blue Stars!
        Remember me and I will make you Immortal!
        Kiss me and I will die in this Empty World like a Distant Echo from the Past!
        Your Kiss is Death for My Dreams!
But why I am still alive?! Even Death has no Power over me, who can resist your Innocent Sacrifice? These Words are spoken from the one who saw the End of another Beginning!
        That’s why I am Alive! Earthly Kiss can kill me! But not Divine One! Light can’t be extinguished by another Light! NO! It can only burn brighter!
        Your Godly Kiss makes my Wings more Colorful and My Light – more Crystalized!
        Your Hug is Sanctuary for My Soul!
        One Smile – and I will fly beyond Heaven, there…where My Home is Dreaming!

How can I say: You are too Divine!
Can I say to a flower: You are too green, too colorful!
NO! I can't! You are YOUR PERFECTION!

        Only Imperfection here are my written Words…too limited and too worldly for such Graceful body and Blissful Soul like you!

Arcanum Dea

Rise like flower from Winter Slumber

like a Wolf from deepest dreams

Cry with music of your voice!

I AM ALIVE! I AM HERE! I AM!

Do you not know that You are Music?
Can you remember the day when you were born?
No! Because your Music has no beginning nor end....
Even if your Heart is ticking Clock...
Your Soul is Immortal!! My Immortal!

Your Heart is strong like Dragon Scale
and pure like Purple Lotus Flower!
May your Heart beat in you with Glory!

Everything you ever done or said to me is perfection!
You can’t do any mistakes or something wrong
You are Everlasting and Evershining Stone
of Crystal Light on my Path of Life!
No matter how far away this Stone will be,
I will always see your Light and feel your Warmth!

They say: ,,The Gods deserve their pain!”
Mine is that of Dreams of Liberty in vain!
If something is permitted to me,
then it is - to be your Shadow!

How can Death exist when your Voice is Living Life!
How can Time destroy the moments...
when your Song is Eternal now!

How can words describe your Music...
they can not, just beyond Perfection!

I hear your Echo in my Past,
I dream you in my Future!
And feel you in the Present Hour...

One Night in Paradise

How can Time be so funny? It is trying to dive my memories in delusional past…How can that Night be in the Past? How?
        I can see you vividly, Goddess of Stars! I feel your presence, your magic Beauty...The Space and Time of My Mind is Holy when you sing your Song of Life and Death...I hear now your harmonious Voice, it is everywhere...in Dreams it’s even Louder! I will never forget your Sonic Spirit…
        Now, I am looking at The Full Moon – it is silvery-crystal but so Empty and Cold without your Reflection. The shades of Night are so perfect in your gentle face...No need for your physical presence, oh, no! It’s enough your distant Smile, your electric Laughter. Let me Worship you, my Occult Religion, my Queen! I praise your Beauty at my Ceremonial Altar of Perfection! Let me treasure your pure Tears, to drink them like drops of Immortal Elixir on my Deathbed. I can give Last Drop of my fiery Blood for your Holy Body! Your Smell – like petals of Black Rose, The Fragrance of Dusk and Dawn...Whole World is just a game in your Musical Soul! My Words are diving in an endless Echoes when you cover My Mind in Care and Love. Who is more worthy of Existence? Only YOU!
        You are My Genesis of Creation and Apocalypse of My Dreams!
        My Words are like dry Leaves on Misty Lake but your Sound flows like a Etheric River from the roots of Sacred Mountains! Your Silence is Louder than the Thunder of the Blazing Lightening. Your tender Palms are like Snowdrops but strong as Pure Adamant! Your Hair is like an Astral Tapestry that binds together the Atoms of My Universe!
        And who can say that My Presence is real in the face of your Divinity?...

REGINA IMMACULATA

Beyond Stars and Pathless Dreams
The Queen Of Night is Sleeping tight!

May Her Dreaming bring this World 
more Love and Care than Hate and Evil!

Your Eyes are Burning Blue like Lilies
They fill My Empty Heart with Life!

Sing and Dance, Oh, Lady Beauty! 
You are the Truth in My Reflection!

Hunger consumes My Earthly Body 
But My Spirit is full of Joy!

How can Food give me Life?
When your Smile is THE LIFE!

The Icy Wind can freeze My Body
But My Soul is Full of Light!
I see Her Crown of Starry Wisdom 

On the Throne of Crescent Moon!

I Sing Her Song of Life and Magic
She plays with Strings Her Symphony!

I Fall asleep in Her Embrace...

Like a Drop in Cosmic Ocean...                           

Grief and Glory

Many times I saw this Future
In my Wisdom from the Past
It begged for Silence written
Like a warning, Sealed with Blood.

I praised it secretly more Higher
For the Sign was Great Indeed
But Unknown to My reaction
It fell in Echo, deep in Time.

No regrets for Words unspoken
Why to show? Like someone care?
This wasn’t one of My Decision
But your Wish! I just obeyed…

Whom to ask for Strength and Hope?
For I know it’s in My Power,
And to be weak, remain the same?
I would rather suffer Pain!

How to lose what has been found
When My Spirit is so Bound
By those Memories of Beauty
Lost in whisper of your Eyes.

I shall be released from Sadness
As your Spirit from My Madness
Then all will be like was before
With no promise, with no War.

I will Rise from burning Feelings
As I did in Days of Darkness,
And the Cry of Thousand Hounds
Will Call My Angel Name again.

My wound is bleeding crystal Tears
I will burn them in Crimson Fire
On the Altar of Holy Moon
A Sacrifice To Gods of Music!

To witness Glory in My stumble
Even when the Scar is Healed
Oh, I hear the Call of Silence
I must keep it, before it’s gone…

Cercul Închis

Era prima dată cînd fusese chemat în Cercul de Măști. Pînă atunci, ținea legătură doar la distanță, prin Mesagerii Nopții, așa se prezentau de fiecare dată cînd el îi interoga curios. Dar acuma, totul era diferit, știa că i s-a oferit o șansă deosebită. Aștepta cu nerăbdare în Holul Amurgului, în acest spațiu posomorît domina o atmosferă nocturnă, parcă se cufunda în veacuri, ceva foarte cunoscut însă uitat spiritului său haotic. Deodată, o voce din spate îl chemă pe nume, simțea cum inima-i bătea rapid, sunetul bătăilor răsuna în întregul hol. S-a întors cu fața în direcția de unde auzise vocea. Era unul din Mesagerii Cercului, era îmbrăcat într-o mantie purpurie cu un brîu albastru-cristalin care în lumina lumînărilor din hol creea un efect haluncinant. Mesagerul îi făcuse un gest cu mîna stîngă spre ușa din fața lui și c-o voce apăsătoare rosti în grabă: ,,E Timpul!”

În mijlocul încăperii era un tron din piatră, era cioplit dintr-o stîncă care a rămas neatinsă de schimbările artificiale. Era înconjurat de trei sfeșnice, fiecare cu dimensiune și formă diferită. Pe ele ardeau cîte șase lumînări, mirosul de ceară topită acoperea holul într-un nor de fum amețitor. Spațiul părea pustiu, totuși simțea prezența lor chiar dacă nu se înfățișară în lumina oarbă a sfeșnicelor. Analizînd întunericul dincolo de lumină, știa că ei îl urmăresc atent, simțea privirile lor ca niște ace înțepătoare. Tăcea, chiar dacă sufletul-i striga în ecouri asurzitoare.

Presimțea acțiunea lor...Era înconjurat de ei, sub vocele lor glorioase a căzut jos, în mijlocul Cercului Închis. Sîngele cald picura încet pe suprafața petroasă a pragului, lăsînd o culoare catifelată. Privirea lui era îndreptată spre geamul holului, acolo, departe de acest Imperiu Ascuns văzuse un fluture purpuriu ce zbura deasupra unui chip umbros, cunoștea înfățișarea dar nu ținea minte al cui...Memoria i se îneca într-o beznă adîncă, inima-i bătea ultimele clipe de viață...Cu un zîmbet ironic rosti răgușit: ,,Joaca continuă în Visul următor...”

Last Call

I heard your Voice, you called My Name?
But Dead Man can’t come here again!
I left this Place not long ago, I am...
Gone! Like Wind before the Storm!

I hear your Cry like Echo in My Sleep
It’s screaming Loud from the Deep!
Why this Tears upon your Face?
Just let Me Go! To Die in Grace...

To Show Myself? I have no Power!
There are Laws beyond My Reach,
Don’t forget that in your Hands
You still Hold The Half of Me...

Don’t wait in Sorrow for My Return
I burnt The Bridge, there is no Way!
Your Last Words – You still Remember?
You can’t Break them, not Even Me!

You need My Strength? I give it Now!
More than Half, Last Drop of Blood...
The Time has Come, I walk with Night
Until the Moon and Stars will Shine!

Beyond Stars

You took My Flowers in My Dreams

My Sleep is Empty, with no rest
I am so tired now, to stay Awake...
Just make me dive into your Dream!

I took your Flowers in My hands and Care
And gave them Love through My Devotion

I will grow them in My Heart and Soul
To give you back - a Thousand Roses!

You took My Words of Inspiration
My Thoughts are scattered in Chaos,
I write Memories in Lonely Silence...
With my Ink of Blood and Tears!

I saved your Words in Hidden Box

Like a Treasure of Diamond Stones

I will put them on my gentle Neck

To Guide your Path in Loneliness!

You took a Part of Me away, with YOU
With Half of Me I can not be! You See?
My Wound is bleeding so deep, with Pain
I am nearly dying, I breathe in vain...

I brought you back your missing Piece
No need for me - You are Complete!
You closed the door, the Path is Lost
Beyond the Stars I fly...don’t cry!

You took My Stars from Heaven
My Night is dim and misty now
With no Lights to Shine my road
Who will lead me to my Home?

I kept your Stars in My Protection
Like the Moon on sparkling Water
You think I took them from your Sight?
No, I made from them...your Galaxy!