A Soul Dances within the Wilderness

I make you meet the great fairies, deep within the land that lays beyond ignorance.

I make your dreams, flew between the rift of silent forest. So there, your soul may dance with the unknown, just like the new moon meets the sun.

I am your beloved, the dancing partner of your love in this eternity.

Iklan

Love is a Rebellious Bird

Tell me, if you can’t love me, I shall love you. Since love just a rebellious bird, which you can cage it forever in each vegetative feeling.

When will I love you?
Good Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

(Love is a rebellious bird) Love…
(that none can tame,) Love…
(and you can call him, although it is, quite in vain,) Love…
(because it suits him not to come) Love…

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself
(Take guard yourself!)
If you do not love me,
If you do not love me, I love you
(Take guard yourself!)
But if I love you, if I love you
Take guard yourself!

(Love is a gypsy’s child,)
(It has never, never known the law;)
(If you do not love me, I love you;)
(If I love you, take guard yourself)
(Take guard yourself!)

If you do not love me,
If you do not love me, I love you
(Take guard yourself!)
But if I love you, if I love you
Take guard yourself!

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is
All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you

(All around you, swift,) Love…
(It comes, goes, then it returns) Love…
(You think to hold it fast, it flees you) Love…
(You think to flee it, it holds you) Love…

Then now, let me be your bird, that you shall miss it even when your dreams dream.

The Light isn’t Coming Near

How many times we felt trapped, not within a physical boundaries, but within our own incapability? Desperately hope for a way out, but only death ends those await. Perhaps there is a hope, glimmering softly on the far side; just like sitting by the night windows and seeing the moon just about within our reach, but it isn’t. Continue reading →