I run through as the scenery flashes by in a blur,
with no time to even look back
if I shut my eyes I can feel it,
I cling to the prayer that I cannot give voice to.

because in the palm of my hand
the tiny drop that drips down
becomes a promise.

just as the flowers that bloom everywhere
have no time to weigh the many sins of man
I burn through my life
feel the wind, and race to where my thoughts are headed
not to be fooled by the illusion wavering in the distance

If I avert my eyes, it will all vanish
I cling to that prayer on the verge of crumbling

because in the palm of your hand
the tiny drop that’s secreted away in your heart
becomes a promise

scars that we carve converge
under the moon stained blood red, as if drawn to one another
if I look behind me, it will fall apart
and I’ll touch the smile of a hallucination sweetly beckoning

the tiny drop that stopped time itself,
lead me to a promise that would last forever

just as the flowers that bloom everywhere
have no time to weigh the many sins of man
I burn through my life
feel the wind, and race to where my thoughts are headed
not to be fooled by the illusion wavering in the distance

without a word of goodbye, in the dark of just one night
the future I believed in is gone in a burst.

“if we’re destined to fall like this forever”
the night you trembled in your sleep, I touched you.

one hand searching for an answer in another, fingers entwined
as we feared the gradually brightening morning sky.

because no matter how the driving rains pelts me,
nor how many times it freezes my heart shut
a bell forever ringing out in the far off distance
will, even now, lead me to that place.

let my love cross beyond the sky to reach you
etch my wrongdoings and their consequences
but let my love reach you
all the way to the end of the helix/spiral strung into infinity.

a bell forever ringing out in the far off distance
will, even now, lead me to that place.

let my love tear through the darkness to reach you
if the image in my memories is going to fade away
let my love reach you,
all the way to the end of the helix/spiral strung into infinity.

lit by the moonlight, the fragments of a dream dance in the night
I even recall the warmth of when shivering you nestled in close to me

the future opens that door

the stories I see deep in your eyes, past all the tears,
they show me a new scene
even if you should lose sight of tomorrow,
or your heart be stolen by the rapidly shifting seasons.

I continued to chase the pure white light falling like snow around me
in my memory, everything is as it was that day
so that it never falls apart, I send you these thoughts
I keep secreted away in my heart

the fragments of a dream scattered across a distant past,
I collect them in the palm of my hands
over and over I put words to them and offer them to you
even if you should turn your back on tomorrow,
the rapidly shifting seasons will change the color of that sky.

the pure white light showed me what lay ahead
in my memory, everything is as it was that day
so that we never have to part, I send you these thoughts
that hold my tears.

the shadows atop one another as if they were calling out to each other
feeling out the thread of fate by hand, from now until forever.

I follow a voice, through the loneliness, like I’m leading the future

the spiral of pledges I swore to my heart,
and the feelings that remain even through the passing seasons

beyond an age that changes moment to moment
I continue on endlessly painting a dream with these hands
until i go out in a blaze and my ashes scatter
with my heart pounding away in my chest,
to the world i yearn for

don’t forget, you can still hear that voice, same as you did that day

the spiral linked together by the scars left behind
and the feelings wiped away by the passing seasons

beyond an age that never starts the same
I run through shining light on the dazzling dark of night
the shadow of the moon that lays atop me, makes me yearn
to grab hold of the inviting fantasy until all is full of light.

the spiral of pledges that still continues on
and the feelings that the passing seasons only make more true

beyond an age that changes moment to moment
I continue on endlessly painting a dream with these hands
until i go out in a blaze and my ashes scatter
with my heart pounding away in my chest,
to that sky