Please watch before reading, and listen while you read: The Idan Raichel Project - Hakol Over (Everything passes) I need you to dream the colour of spaces, the time between midnight, tomorrow and trees, I beg you to fathom amazing traces, layers of clouds returning to seas… I dare you to picture small shells of … Continue reading Amazing traces…
Tag: dreams
Abandoned eagles…
A flow of matter, crossing bridges paved with idle rivers, of constant wars between no sides, for kings and kingdoms rather old… How bitter all the odds, when knights die young and simply for no reason, alone with horses mourning by their sides, while all the humble flowers of each season, spell intricate mementoes on … Continue reading Abandoned eagles…
imago…
stabbed was I by anyone who came into my own... invited them I and felt ashamed at being naked, trapped between my why... and theirs... shalom's all gone unlost, unfound, and bound to understand. reflected image Narcissus, of frozen sand and leaves, an echo cleaves to your distorted image... water has never been a good … Continue reading imago…
Moriah…
...so fragile when tender mercies mourn above forgotten mornings, with sand beneath the alabaster dreams, how few the sounds are of unsung old memories, unworthy on the parchment of what seems, to be just shallow echoes of some senses, long buried in my bloody battlefields. they're all Moriahs, all my hills and mountains, with stairs … Continue reading Moriah…
Dali…
Poor eyes, framing a storm of melting senses, painstakingly written all over a canvas of dreams... Poor brain, hunting a hoard of images too pure to remain sounds of a melting echo... Poor heart, unbeaten by what order would have murdered for... Perfect it seemed, and bound to freedom... with, and without the Salvador...
Skin crumbs…
A new year? Crumbs of an old, wept over… lumped into unslept dreams… As time goes by, skin turns slowly into another shade of your younger soul...
De Profundis…
Ecclesiastes of A Job... Of despair my heart is bleeding, Something wrong must have happened today, Pieces of breath, frozen singing Memories searching their way. No more, no shore departing, No dreams to brag about, Cowards and dogs shouting, Swans never flying south. Tender whatever with roses, Bitter garment of thorns, Open which nobody closes, … Continue reading De Profundis…
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