The craving for the one you are,
More than love, it must be far.
Stepping back the private years,
Find the same, when arriving here
See the smile, it’s always there,
A guiding sign that fills the air
Leaving behind its trace in time;
Struggling for the final rhyme.
Seeking for the universal comfort - the missing peace.
Sleeping before the age of dancing onward
Screaming out the name of the desire: missing piece!
When your wounds seem to hurt like a burning angel’s fire
Passing shores of endless plains
Empty halls, forgotten lanes.
Stumbling through the maze outside,
Haunting ghosts, where tomorrow hides.
Membranes torn by rational cries,
Bitter truth and shimmering lies.
Plunging into frozen suns,
Going astray, while the sand glass runs.
Seeking for the universal comfort - the missing peace.
Sleeping before the age of dancing onward
Screaming out the name of the desire: missing piece!
When your wounds seem to hurt like a burning angel’s fire
Useless tries are aching jerks
Made in vain, the spirit lurks.
The jigsaw is not yet complete,
Crumbling ground beneath my feet.
The vocal storm spreads countless words,
Covered eyes, when deeply stirred
By the wish to cross the bridge of sighs
And reach the arch of golden light.