Discover A New Perspective
Flames in my mind dance,
The truth; they are flaming
dance on in the night.
The sky christens my flame
Burning with the curse of man's shame;
for all our might and witless power,
who can there be but we to blame
The heart sings for pleasure
blind to all other measure,
but the soul craves that which does not speak
flame and water, the dams our souls do keep
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
