Peter Von Poehl Near The End Of The World
I dropped a few shells on my way
far is the dune of ruby sand
where I would sit and watch the time stopping by
I crossed a village made of ice
white silent houses weep at night
a lake that never breaks held the echo of her name
I went straight the labyrinth collapsed
I followed the road of no return
she might find me near the end of the world
I saw candles burning on a hill
the light or the thought remained still
the horizon was disguised as a long corridor
So I picked a few thorns on the road
the sense of the arrows showed me where
the catcher in my dream drew a portrait of her
I went straight the labyrinth collapsed
I followed the road of no return
and never looked behind
I'm almost there and there's no coming back
I followed the road of no return
she might find me near the end of the world
