sun branches shadows
the past shaping the future
a bird sings and leaves
Author: simonsalento
step by step
step by step
hand in hand
we lead each other
we hold one another
the fences have fallen
the fences have fallen
only the oak and iron gates remain
hanging drunk on their mossed stone posts
still when the wind whistles in the low valleys
when the storm clouds gather stark
when thoughts twist and turn to the older times
then the boundaries are respected
then the lions lie down in the dark
from the night
from the night
through the open window
starlight
the veil shifts
the dance will never end
if I had
if I had the tools
the tools to shape snow into feelings
if I had those tools
the tools to shape snow
my heart would never run cold
waiting oh
waiting oh so patiently
sun-hot colours through thin smoke
ideas flash before forgetfulness
which road
which road
our choices are endless
which door
which key
our decisions are endless
once a first step is taken
our futures are endless
feathers, blue feathers
blood spoke to head
and blood said
she wore feathers, blue feathers
and a smile to never forget
and that is all I remember
mist falls, pulses rise
breath catches, voices sigh
head spoke to blood
and head said
mystery, always mystery
artifice shading reality
if the essence is hidden below the unreal
how can we know
how can we know
there was silence
and blood said
feathers
blue feathers
and that is all I remember
climbing
climbing towards the light unreal
imagining the feeling
heavenly temptation
first hands
first hands in clay
leaving dinosaur imprints
where tyrants are king
and wear the king’s ring
one finger forefinger
guiding design
that through many millennia
shows us humanity
in the museum
as the lights go on
the children
understand
