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)