Listening

…and time stopped

Sitting, sitting on his head there’s a clock
Ticking, waiting for an imminent stop
With no words, no words to grant for the deaf
Is there still something at all, ticking in his chest?…

Listening the unwinding
Listening…

To no words, no words but from the voice she longs to hear
In a thwarted place there’s always, a sigh so near
Sailing across the soaring sea as you please
Whilst forlorn echoes diffuse within the breeze…

Listening the unwinding
Listening…

Sitting, sitting on his head there’s a clock
Ticking, waiting for an imminent stop
With no words, no words to spare for the undead
Is it so difficult to walk this thin little thread?…

Listening the unwinding
Listening…

(nachio)

Alba III - {From the Distance They Fell}

Spell your name on feather napkins, and King for a flight shall be the reward
Below fountains of light, these waterfalls dreams still stream to a holy shrine

source of the long distant journey {each step that æ cherish} are eyes placed on a common horizon
borrowing the glitter from Rigel, my brothers L*ve is here, enveloping our sight

{like a rainbow} – rain and vows

Time the innkeeper with quicksand, our footsteps, conceals
Coterie of eidolons quill drawn, where the sea meets the sky

{only ghosts whisper like this}

Bedighted saunter into cosmos pathway
{Wayward left}, each semicircle is half everything
Exposed… ad-infinitum, beginning another one

Outstretched fingers to every snowflake
gleaming within a thousand {Somnium…!} points of light…
{on?} your eyes, there’s so much more to see

Outstretched fingers to every snowflake
gleaming within a thousand {Somnium…!} points of light…
{open} your eyes, there’s so much more to see beyond

Outstretched fingers and æ’ll catch them all
Blazing within a thousand {Somnium…!} points of light…
the time has come, … to awake and be… come

light…

“the scars on our backs are tales to remember
the feeling of the immensity of a yotta second
when beauty was known, without the touch of light
and delight was freedom, in the absence of consciousness”

(nachio)

Sing to Her :)

Hey you, lingering in bed
Don’t you know, there’s a beautiful world ahead
The ticking urges yet quite never stops
{but} Is this an enough reason to rush after the clock?

Hey you….

Hey you, the dawn delays I know
If in night, maybe a new way would be nice way to go
There are chances and gaps open to proceed
Even though it’s much easier to simply sit and bleed

Sing to Her: (and we’ll live one thousand years)

Hey you surrounded by four walls
Somewhere and sometimes even an angel falls
It’s ok gravity so dictates
Chosen lips can’t be crypts to wayward fates.

Hey you

Hey you, drowning in November’s shed
Outside open fields and fresh air to breathe instead
The shadows of the brittle human mind
Postpone our walk on a wistful little line

Sing to Her: (and we’ll live one thousand years)

(nachio)

From a Ghost

“The night is gone
And I’ve waited all day
The morning is gone
And I’ve waited all night
Hush for a moment
And grant me what I need
the most special moment of timeless Time”

She weaves over clouds blue petals with her good hand
A wait that soon becomes a prison fails to comprehend
All the whispers she never thought to say
Were never enough to brighten Her own day

Lua by now must be failing to understand
That the shiniest moment comes from within