Return Of The Writer

Up from above the small sky
Being filled endless with all that I ever lost
There is no trace left behind
On the paths I’ve seen before, but maybe
My map got lost on its way here
Won’t you lay down a pure line in this sky
To keep the clouds from getting under
But in the space between those white beings and me,
Filled with the silence I wore until your perception fell
After the glow of the final sunrise I made the line
Searched along the breathless way of these edges
Carved out of the decor I created
But even in my returned words – even they bleed sometimes

Into the silence of my soul
I hear my own voice speaking
Getting close from where I left the murmurs behind
Time stops and falls – I’ve told him it was icy here
Only the cold will come to stay
As soon as the words lit up they brought their sunrise
Only the memories will come to stray
As soon as the words lit up they brought dreams

Silently across the wall of being
Within the windows of a returning past
They were told to be lit up against their beauty
Speak up now – I think I’ve heard it before
But the words crack through the silence you lost
And can not contain their beauty as the mirror shows
Between the endlessness you created and the one I held,
The ravine won’t form the words I held in my mouth
As my voice leads me once again to your utter world
Searching through the moments in reserve
I think the other way around fell just through my glance
Carved out of the decor I created
But even in my returned words – even they bleed sometimes

Into the silence of this all so lost,
I hear my own voice speaking
Getting close from where I left my own dreams behind
Time stops and falls – I’ve told him it was icy here
Only the cold will come to stay
As soon as the words lit up they brought their sunrise
Only the memories will come to stray
As soon as the words lit up they brought dreams

And now, brought aside by the moments of weakness,
I hear your voice again but it leaves me asleep
As your silence brings the dreams to create again,
My words will bleed until they can find their shelter
Into the silence of my soul,
I hear my own voice speaking
But as soon as the words lit up they brought their shelter