With my eyes opened I dreamt awake
Of how I was standing near a gorge
With soft,mountain light filtered through the clouds
And the colours of all earth growing in my soul
Which could no longer bear its fate and leapt.
Snowy knolls and and naked trees
Painted upon the mystic,calling scenery.
Jagged rocks of gods of elders
Reaching their mist veiled heaven.
A life of fear,yet still of knowledge
A life of connecting to what’s lifeless.
Walking down ravines into the primal
I stood amidst the crimson ageing forest
Feeling the coldness of the truth
Belonging to my birth and resting place
And I could not but fade into sleep.
hmm…by Razvanish.
