In the city’s quiet being
In the burning tree
In the pencil who don’t want to write
In the platens shards breaking veins
You have your hand on their pans
Blue Sapphire…blue sapphire
In the silence between the noise
In the songs that there hiding
In these lonely vibrations
In the crystal they gave a crack
You give them your hand and turn your face to them
Blue Sapphire…blue sapphire
In the fire’s beautiful flames
In the forest they burn down
In the guilty and the victim
In the happiness eternal flame
Through their theories and all they speculate
You them all see, blue Sapphire…blue sapphire
In the big lie in front of them all
In the truth beside
In this blue sapphire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem really great imagery 'in the fire's beautiful flames...' was my favorite line