Horizon

Here Muninn cuts through me like a Knife
Thea Heavens lift the air I breathe as moments
collapse into wavering light
I´ve sworm to hie these thoughts in silence
And true to word remain unseen.

Emblazoned horizons mirror the dream.

Nos past reflections had glistened on the Seine
And mental thaw was ebained within the halted
floods of resurrection
Though jouney´s en won´t grant a peace in me
Please give me one day free of this disease.

At times i feel the earth is cracking
Under the weight of apathy
The wasted minds and empty beauty
Are drying aout the sourse that feeds the depth in me.

Through these streets the scent of life rides fleeting
on the breeze
This cross I bear´s not heaven sent
Just the inner strength that most find board to reach.

I walked through a sea
Of grass and fallen leaves
And watched the sun descend.

The White clouds seemed as limbs
Trirling in gold overhead
Whit my fingers shaking I was lost between distances and harbored minds
A nightbird sining its callin ringing over endles fields now faint and far.

Pering Out behind this altered state
And swept by wind flung towards the darkened east
The baying calls and rustle os the trees
Still haunt my dreams, consuming all I´vecome to be.

Few will gain more than delusions enclosed in the heven of sleep
But some may find emblazoned horizons can often mirror aour dreams
And though journey´s end I know won´t grant me peace
I still swear whit all I am I´d die to hace a second free of this modern world´s disease.

Through these streets the scent of life rides fleeting on the breeze
This croos I bear´s not heaven sent
Jus the inner strength that most find hard to reach.