In Fringes

Time
Bridges all things
Feel the Sun forever falling
Grace
Like the coming dawn
The spell you’re under halts
The night

There
From the crimson tide
Winds have come
Through westward waters
Strange
How the years go by
And still the waves have seized your eyes

Irreversible the surge
See the parallels of the earth cross

Silences are the farewell sign
But time is a river
It rages on towards the borderlines
It forms

What it forms is a glaring ideal
A wistful mountain
Of coal and ashes

It invites the spirit
To roam beyond the city lights
To scale that summit
And gaze at the abyss

Though nightfall still
Bears the stain of common fears
The moonlit path unfolds in every step

And like the darkness
The soul too shall ravish
When hope triumphs gravity

Silences are the farewell sign
But time is a river
It rages on towards the borderlines it forms

A canvas to bear the final light
To whichever battle
That wages on across the motherland we part

If only in my mind