4 Moons Till Rising

The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding
Words remain, but frozen unspeakable
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
Though I sense light before me
I can not see it with my eyes
As if through darkened glass I saw
Staring at a scene of never changing meaning
Four moons till rising again
An etenity it seems
Tomorrow will it ever be?
Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried.

The eight-angled star shine for me
Light my path and make me feel again
Drag me throughout the Absu
And place me if I still must here again
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
The black shade in the mirror before me
it makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughts
So void it appears as I touch my soul
it''s darker now, still as in bloom in a spring of dying.