is ominous, bitterly sweet, hidden deep in mind, touching the surface,
enriching my life - throwing me back…
…tormenting me…
The knowledge so old as the ages of forgotten days,
buried so deep to unveil even to the knowing ones.
…the solitude haunting me…
Memories of the olden times, of beauty and splendour - another life,
as a divine above the stars, mighty and glowing in space behind.
I wish I could fly away, back to the splendid being
there is my throne to reign, the worlds once I had been leading.
There lays the source of all my turmoil,
substantiation there I can find.
Finally free again to be,
to be deified in all my pride.
Noone can understand me truly,
the sorrow of the thoughts flowing through my awarenes,
condemning me to eternal loneliness.
As I watch the moonlight the rivers flow through my mind,
taking me to the places never seen by human eyes,
difference of my being now evident - strong, shines,
this malediction of our fate, the solitude of the wise.
Noone can undrestand us truly,
gods hidden in mask of human skin,
our death shall be time of our new birth - again stand high.