The thin red line

 

Some need to live, some want to die
Some fond of darkness, others strive for light
And everybody’s wrong while being right
And everybody sees yet they’re blind
They fight each other being all of One
And all will have to pass that thin red line

Have ever looked into the Angel’s eyes?
Have ever heard how the angels cry?
Have you been silent then or loud?
Have you lost something then to find?
Could you get through the scary night?
Have you traversed that thin red line?

Do you remember also those good times?
Have you already seen the other side?
Do you too think it’s time to say goodbye?
Are you to turn away so we don’t cry?
Did you get why it’s a five finger hand?
You will, when passing through the thin red line

Have you prepared now for that day?
When even babies’ hair will turn gray
And do you know there what to say?
And how to clean this dirty jar of clay?
To fill it with the drops of sacred wine
To taste it then, across the thin red line

The Lion’s secret is told by the crying ney
The Mother’s tears are poured by the rain
Didn’t’ bother to hear, see the divine face.
You thought the world’s smiling but it was a grimace
While looking for the idols, you have missed the sign
And now it’s time to cross the thin red line

Parallel lines

 

Walking the same streets
Breathing the very same air
Having the same needs
Someone to be just there

Two parts that could be one
Now are just parallel lines
So close, just side by side
Living through similar lies

That parallel lines won’t ever cross
Parallel lines are just so close
Two parallel lines go the same way
But never meet, that’s what they say

Feeling your warmth, your glance
Making me think about another chance
Moments pass like the flash before eyes
Moments making up our lives

Two sides of the same coin
Looking forward to rejoin
To become one against all odds
Praying to the same Lord

That parallel lines will ever cross
Parallel lines are just so close
Two parallel lines go the same way
But never meet, that’s what they say

The day I leave

 

The day I leave will be another day
When thousands of words are said
But no word asking me to stay
And every atom will remain the same

The day I leave the wind will keep aloud
And make dust dancing on the ground
Nor mountains, neither hills will care
Still, looking down at another grave

The day I leave time won’t engage with space,
And fourteen galaxies of stars won’t change their place
In the sky shining through the night of vice
Time will not stop, and space won’t change in size

The day I leave children will play and laugh
And lovers have their flash of love
While lonely hearts keep feeling tougher
And the wild sea keeps getting rougher

The day I leave it’s just like a shadow
To disappear in the midday’s hollow
Another actor leaving silently the floor
An uninvited guest shutting the door.