There are wings within the spaces between you
and I
The wings that are made out of thoughts
and illusion's threads!
There is silk from unknown heavens where
thousand eyes
Stare at once the hearts of lovers
who like fallen angels
who like fallen angels
Derived their route, detoured their scale
when in their glorious ascension!
How many wings are flying alone?
How many wings
are falling un-flown?
From angels who never
met their dawn?
met their dawn?
And the wings,
the constant whisperers of the
eternal wind
Like harps of feathers dripping keys
from the highest tones;
from the highest tones;
Bodiless bleeding drops of guilt
of forgotten roads
that where once well dreamt.
of forgotten roads
that where once well dreamt.
Falling sounds invading deep,
the profound abyss
of an ancient cry.
the profound abyss
of an ancient cry.
Down in the valley of shadows
where naked lovers still run;
where naked lovers still run;
yet frightened by the sounds
of the original horn
of the original horn
When there from the skies
the thunders rumbled
the thunders rumbled
Starting to spit a fire of feathers
and broken wings
falling like in November
falling like in November
when the furious rain
dropped an angel,
dropped an angel,
Un-winged being by Cronus bitten.
And the storm of feathers and wings were floating
In search of its then, dormant angel
There must be a great battle in heaven
I know that for the thunders beyond the
mountains of clouds
The loud cries of the immortals rumbling like that first dawn
of angers.
of angers.
Those who awaited destiny like the actors who
knew well their verses
The roles were given since the beginning of
time, since ever
Since alpha met omega like a winged snake biting
its tail;
And from the start there was certainty, fate and
doom
Hidden at the eternal eyes who dared to wear the
mortal cloak.
So how I know that the end is next, right at the
corner of my clock
If I’m just here standing on the ground;
If I'm just here underneath
the darkest clouds?
I am walking on the valley through an open space
Of the greatest tempest and at every side
Wings and feathers are falling down!
There must be war in Heaven
And my wings are finally, coming down!
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