I need you like air, i go searchng for you as i sing, walking through the valley
How i miss those smiles, that charm
memory is all i have left
Gone is the excitement, that reason for being
That liric song i hear from you
All claims that all is well
It works like clockwork the white dial reveals
the mater is in the lap of the gods
Their descicion is final whilst pan plays on the flute
The map, the areas that are helpfull
I know what i want anyway
just happyness unbridaled horse pulling a cart
Ater all the events, locations burst of winds, flaggs waving in the wind
Demanding love, as the dayly food, but all i get is walls, i suffer
Over the barriers there must be a treasure of rubies, emeralds, topazes, saphires
i trully know the difference between love and hate, allthough you make me sufer it is to purify
I know indiference, and limbo the worst abbys, in the snow peaked mountains the goat is happy
And the running brook, the rest of the poey, reveals all the secrets, unashamedly happy,
Knowing good from evil and prepared to defend it with the sword, some go to hell the good go to eden
Although ordinary life is leasurely and inefective the arms of love are allways employed, bidding me this bidding me that
there are so many thorns and so few roses to be found, allthough we desire, and that becomes a obsession
Gods ways are delineated in so many ways, and coincidence, well it dosent exist
Obsession has no evidence to suport it
god reveals and speaks through many vesels
Better be the ink not the book, the ink that flows, ethereally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem