Shaping a Fragile Utopia

Cast your eyes to behold me

Another day comes to swallow the stars
Morning takes hold and shapes the things to come
I can’t recover life before my wish to fly
Feathers falling slowly
Gray like the clouds which blanket sky

A discord rises and echoes with one voice
Nothing comes from passive means
Not having learned to live
I will wait for you

Cast your eyes to behold me
Mother of creation
Forger of light
Bringer of darkness

Born into light and into darkness
An enigma of twisted fate
Born into light
A heart beats

Breathing life is no simple thing
Blooming Earth takes her steps slowly
Cautiously dreaming of years unchanging
All I can do now is comfort her pain
When summer snow burns night torn shade
When the requiem is sung for each new day
When all things undone
I will return