Thirdmoon The Spirits Wept
On the other side I opened the hand before me I walked across tears on which angels are nailed I cut down the weeping face but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast ...and through oceans and sheeps I stare like a philosopher Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice and above the nightfall there lies a symbolic hand like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart and like with other tears you pull it in my heart Now, come closer to me, so I can put myself away What do you expect from me, while standing on my position? Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic God I dream your dreams - I breathe the different kind I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world NOT FAR AWAY Costal angels on depature not drowned I am afraid of the outside paradise, when watching into waters but with an astral knife I split my heart My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears
