~In The Image Of Memories~
In this image that left somewhere in another lifetime
captured still like a beating within these veins
captured in the breaking leaf of time
the faceless one in the dust of the wind
this rain within that never faded away
The answer lay as always closed in the heart
far away from the true understanding
and like all flowers in the end grumble
the understanding in this the truth of the heart
its sorrow the wings of a angel of death
As to all who bare this sword in solitude to walk in the shadows
when time let go the life known as if a cloud of dust
fading away into a new future again typing in the words of poetry
blinded by the knowledge of the path of this timeless time
Crucified and nailed to be judged by this fragile life
to be taken away from the heart that yearn nothing but love to keep
till the end of time where this road not in anymore wounds
to the memories and the heart and unto this I’ll lay
this my soul open and to rest.
The Poet Stefan 