On the other side I opened the hand before me

I walked across tears on which angels are nailed

I cut down the weeping face

but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast



...and through oceans and sheeps

I stare like a philosopher

Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice

and above the nightfall

there lies a symbolic hand

like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps



The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart

and like with other tears you pull it in my heart



Now, come closer to me, so I can put myself away

What do you expect from me,

while standing on my position?

Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic God



I dream your dreams - I breathe the different kind

I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world

NOT FAR AWAY



Costal angels on depature not drowned

I am afraid of the outside paradise,

when watching into waters

but with an astral knife I split my heart

My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears