Copyright 2006 Chris Gillman.
...we have met before...
Portrayal of Vision...
Cale:
Do I feel it calling?
Not an empire of my falling as I feared
But most revered, it is the light and love
The dance of what is high above
To where I can now see and yes,
Yes... I see
I was and I felt and weeped as I knelt
Like my own love had died I cried
And felt the deepened scar inside
It's open wide and less of what was pride
To see you I just be like you, walk and talk
And speak like you?
See and feel and all else in between
Is how I swear to seem I could feel
To give you what you need...
Instead it revealed all that I bleed
Where was it and I... I do not know
But it is now irrelevant, as right now will show
For I am here and still and silent sweet
And will not move until you make me
Meer:
I tore my roots that night when you said I could fly
I looked into the unknown, me a being of chaos
Born out of the craving of nothingness to feel
You said I could feel more, the air through my spread wings
What it was like to leave the depths and float into faith
I looked at you, such a strange being you were, somehow
Of my own kind
Led astray of your own roads by a twist of fate
That wanted to join water with fire
I am dire
Desire
And today, I don't even know anymore...
It's as if I am nothing I was
But something new, a third being, blending of a universe now dead
And one still unborn
I feel torn
Outstretched on this earth, nailed down by thorns ripping through
My mind
Whom did you find?
Chronicles of Meer and Cale
(co written by Medana)
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