Copyright 2006 Chris Gillman.
...we have met before...
A Dream of White Night Falling...
Meer:
It wasn't that you knew of me in times you spent astray
Or that I called with ageless voice for you to come and stay
Can you not sense it's always been a place so close and pure
That memories can not refrain from finding it's white cure?
How under skies of malintent your soul chose to remember
That while in mires of dark wars
Inside your sleeping chamber
So many years ahead it's time an image you would see
To help you find a new truth in love, your lost eternity
With broken wings that lost their way, their careless flight of words
Your eyes still long for those clear skies, with pupils torn by swords
Around the times you dreamt of us, that innocence all knowing
I, too recall the voice that night, an angel's kiss bestowing
And in my vision of the past, a girl with dark long hair
Would curl her arms around the plight of a young raptured heir
And once up close, he held her face and looked her in the eye
And in that moment sudden tears enamoured the blue sky
In waters were they both emerged, as if to cleanse their soul
While their kiss lit up her heart and melted the north pole
With floods around their feet still stood on dry and solid grounds
For worlds emerged from chaos' edge, unsullied by a sound
And in old dreams, year after year, I wear the same white robe
As you in all do still appear, with dark hair, as foretold
Cale:
This aged and ever faded glance in reverse
Was this a curse?
To follow or to fall to ask my only self:
How much does it hurt?
Distance dissapated, dissolved and empty reason
It held me here and made it down
And down became my sight
Acquired and unattained all at one, every season
Keeping me far from the drown and now become my flight...
Can I wait or should I depart now
Is there a point to remain bound
Creeping upon my own neck, an ice
A chill, a realization... slowly gaining
I cannot stop, there is no refraining
The cage has rattled it's last bolt and this new liberation gaining...
Wait...
On these feet, on sand and stone I know I am not alone
Even though I feel and play the drone
I'll remain and wait and sit upon the silent throne
Because I've always known
And wish only to atone
Chronicles of Meer and Cale
(co written by Medana)
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