Somewhere
On any plane of this sphere
I know about your existence
One more isle in the solitude ocean
Among galleries and centuries
I search for you in shades
Crimson Latin inscriptions
Reveal our past and future days
Present is an incognita
How long?
I expect the day when the doors shall open
And on the other side there'll be the mirror
And with a knife we'll cut
Our image in halves
And with our blood it will be written
On the time stone
Our now
Forever
How long?