Each day I sit in front of a burning ball
A tube of light, of knowledge and of fear
Each day I sit in front of a long and eternal glass
Underneath I see a marble, wood, no—it is earth and stone.
Surrounded by whispers and noises, silence and tranquility
Movements and surprise, timidity and immobility
Catching my breath, clasping my wrist
Fighting against the open mouth ready to feed.
You threw the pebbles to guide my path
You lit the candles in the dark night
You made my eyes sharp and my senses alert
A warrior that can face all battles you molded me all these years.
As I stand I began to realize the hallow space as I look up
Is engulfing me slowly, very slowly, very slowly
Cold, heat, cold, heat, cold, heat
I feel cold, I feel heat, I feel cold yet your warmth keep me safe.
The ball is transforming into a supernova
Draining my energy, the glass is shattering in front of me
Knits of agonizing misery is strapping me
Motionless, motionless, motionless me.
I stared up above, beyond what my eyes could see
My heart, my mind and the wind are telling me
The reflection of your smile is visible from where I stand
You are safe wherever you are, I will be too here on land.
03/30/2011
10:09 am
