Still. Lost.
There is no holy vision.
No divine choice.
Only you flooding my solitude:
How you saw me,
How I felt
You are a path to paradise
With no direction
But I will never take my eyes
From the darkness...
From the shadows where you shine
Streak the sky
With the night of your mind
A manifestation of miracles
Staggers me
Every time you're near
And I lose my way
Again
I would walk through
Every ocean
To find you
These are not stars
In my eyes
And I lower them
To conceal
Landmines of intention
I have no right to detonate
Still I know
The algorithm
Of your eyes
Could guide me to every answer
I'll stay on this mean, free path
Until I collide with you
Contradiction of calm
Epitome of angels
(from Mythos)
2008
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