A patch of ground to lay me down
I am not the beast they think I am.
though more of the salt than of
the earth. In death's embrace
we find rebirth
From the ends of worlds
to the heart of the sun
we stumble and run and
we run and we...
Climb to the top for a clearer view
The mountains are shrouded
with mist today/ like a veil which is
pulled over the eye she cry and
she cry and she try to make sense
-A fence around your heart
A chin around your mind
Unkind the fire burns and rages-
like the man; the man with a
glass heart and eyes of stone
we enter and leave this world alone
From the dark of the moon
which eclipses the sun
the magic is gone when
the song is done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem