From the Pocket of a Dream
When the door of time opens
with the creaky sound of the past rumours
where will we find us then?
Will we still worry
confused about the things impossible to change?
When the light starts to penetrate this evil darkness
will it be hard to realize that nothing can harm us any more
that this crimson dawn that comes
is only ours
made for us to be able to breath again
after the death we have been through?
When all the secrets in our hearts come out into the freedom
are we going to accept them and put all the fears behind
never let them come back?
When our eyes finally meet
will it be forever?
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
Image: Eternal Embrace, Lachaise Cemetery Paris