Wednesday, January 15, 2014

:: Future/Past ::



You hold the reins on the sun and the moon
Like horses driven by kings

You cover the mountains, the valleys below
With the breadth of your mighty wings

All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside your hand


And in this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
You ask me to be your friend

And you,


You are my first

You are my last
You are my future and my past


The constellations are swimming inside
The breadth of your desire

Where could I run, where could I hide
from your heart’s jealous fire

All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside your hand


And in this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
You ask me to be your friend

And you,


You are my first

You are my last
You are my future and my past


You are the beginning and the end