Look at the sky and find a day moon,
Go and catch the borrower with a pin,
Tell me where all pasts have gone,
Or who has tricked the fire demon,
Teach me to hear nature’s whisper,
And to walk in the sky, beautiful.
Look at the sky and find a day moon,
Go and catch the borrower with a pin,
Tell me where all pasts have gone,
Or who has tricked the fire demon,
Teach me to hear nature’s whisper,
And to walk in the sky, beautiful.
Hounds are racing; horses are galloping,
She is running up on the hill so steep bedraggled
Panting in staccatos of fleeting hopes
for her star that someone stole away.
So she runs up on the hill again and ever
Till she finds her lost star.
It hurts me but won’t kill me,
A falling star from the sky
I caught and swallowed
Before it fell to the earth.
It lives, it grows, inside of me
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that
I gave it my heart, but it won’t kill me?
Behind the doors
Of the labyrinth
Is the secret garden
Of iris and amaranth
Minotaur tended alone
With tears of sorrow
For the love denied
With the joy of beauty
The flowers brought
To the heart of gold
Basked in the hope
That one day love
Would find him anon.
He wondered as a lonely hunter
who chased after the North Star
Fluttering in the flickering twilight,
vanishing in the pale hues of sunlight,
with a twinkle in the hunter’s eyes.
The massive hands, mounting forte
The delicate touch, teasing pianissimo
The untamed passion, a lover’s whispers
Descend on her like great furious waves,
Pound on her like wild tropical torrents
And fill her trembling fear of rapture
In the force of music with pleasure.
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