The Spirits Wept - Thirdmoon

On the other side I opened the hand before me

I walked across tears on which angels are nailed

I cut down the weeping face

But the spirits tried to weep again — in my breast

…and through oceans and sheeps

I stare like a philosopher

Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice

And above the nightfall

There lies a symbolic hand

Like dewdrops on a withered leave — spirits weeps

The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart

And like with other tears you pull it in my heart

Now, come closer to me, so I can put myself away

What do you expect from me

While standing on my position?

Last words — a play on tears — depature of cosmic God

I dream your dreams — I breathe the different kind

I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world

NOT FAR AWAY

Costal angels on depature not drowned

I am afraid of the outside paradise

When watching into waters

But with an astral knife I split my heart

My flaming tears will be flattered — by wept spirit tears