Jun
13th
Hope
By Red Rooster
Hope
To breathe
Is to be open to it.
Felicity is shaped like a distant cluster of stars.
Yet every vein in my body
Is a channel for it.
Pliant mistress,
You succour,
Will o´ the wisp,
Now fading, now bright,
You sing to me through the blackness.
From the starry sky you sing,
Quietly,
From the depths of your watery cave,
Darkly, enticingly,
From afar and unknown places
You beckon.
You dance for me,
For only me,
To a mermaid music.
Your song is strange and beautiful,
And I lust for more.
You know no despair,
Only light,
Only stars.
And while the noose
Stays on the wall,
The snake in the wood
And the heavy stones
In their place,
Why then will I hear yet
Enchanted music,
And I may follow,
And I may follow.
To breathe
Is to be open to it.
Felicity is shaped like a distant cluster of stars.
Yet every vein in my body
Is a channel for it.
Pliant mistress,
You succour,
Will o´ the wisp,
Now fading, now bright,
You sing to me through the blackness.
From the starry sky you sing,
Quietly,
From the depths of your watery cave,
Darkly, enticingly,
From afar and unknown places
You beckon.
You dance for me,
For only me,
To a mermaid music.
Your song is strange and beautiful,
And I lust for more.
You know no despair,
Only light,
Only stars.
And while the noose
Stays on the wall,
The snake in the wood
And the heavy stones
In their place,
Why then will I hear yet
Enchanted music,
And I may follow,
And I may follow.
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