Endless spirit storms are raging. Mighty currents of death and rebirth
sweep the homeless soul towards another incarnation
do we have time, she asked stopping on the threshold of this new world for one last kiss ?
whilst turning away, my eyes veiled misty with watery stars, went blind can't see her go
what good is a kiss, when given at departure, to bid farewell, and not to praise a new born love by
I shall tell you: I am seeing and seeing strangers Who are not strangers, For there is something in their eyes, And about their faces That whispers to me (But so low That I can never quite hear) Of the lost half of myself Which I have been seeking since the beginning of earth; And I could follow them to the end of the world, Would they but lean nearer, nearer, And tell me....