Anathema- Hope

 

Hope, a masterpiece… the reflection of an insane idea, a silent echoe, just an idea who inspires an unknown emotion, perfect, so flawless, like seeing the infinite rain below and endless rainbow, so colorful and majestic…

Beginning on with a mighty poem, some meaningful words, words about home, not mine, not yours, the home of us all, the earth, our planet…

"I was not put here by anyone in fear
I came alone as me
Just an idea in a long chain of discovery
Surrounded by the same you
Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea
And I die in a thrashing curse
Sometimes we are kind
More often, I doze
So far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt alive in the searing
heat of the desert of my dispassion
So far removed, I never hear the water
'Cept once or twice a month when I see a mirror
And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here
Let alone those that are not
I'm trying to change my direction
Ours is pathetic in my own humble estimation
I love the planet
The great benign she-wolf
Benefactor
Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence
When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time
She'll leave alone to you"

When you look at me from your own century
I may seem to be strange archeology
But when the winds blow from this direction
You may sense me there in your reflection
I think I feel you, but I will never know
As the swallows leave, and the children grow
I wanted to live forever
The same is you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew
When I caught you there in tomorrows mirror
I thought felt you jump out of my skin
Throwing oil into my blazing memories
Filling empty footsteps I was standing in
I wanted to live forever
The same as you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew
As the falling rain of the northern jungle
Hanging droplets on the leaves bombards my brain
I hear you across the room
A sea of daffodils spring into bloom, you are the mist
The frost across my window pane, and again
She moves her body, and her whispers weave
And the world spins, and tells me
that I'll never want to leave
As I think of you from this dark century
I will always be with generosity
That we both may share, the hope in hearing
That we're not just spirits disappearing