WILL THERE BE TIME

Will there be time
Will they wait
When in twilight
After the sun hides behind the mountains
I put down on paper the last chills
While the sweat drops fall
From my fingers

Will there be time
To forge a paper moon
With wings of dreams
To brighten my loneliness
The clouds and the hollowness
The crowns of oaks at the top of the mountains

Will there be time
For the evening Prayer
For the requiem
For the overwhelming sounds of Lyre
One sound, one whisper, one wraith

Will we wait
Will we wait
For an eyewink
While I see
The darkening and the dawn
Day-Night
Life-death
Will we …

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