Waking up in the middle of the desert,
Some sort of unwished destiny,
Did I walk myself here?
Did I faint in the middle of the persuit of a rabbit?
Was I tricked by mirage on the search of Oasis?
Standing in the middle of a desert,
all horizons seem promising,
melting into one, endless.
Standing,
Standing, under the highest sun.
No sound but the sand Rolling, Hitting my face.
Hitting once, continuous once.
Burning, under the highest sun.
Burning, once, for now.
Heating once, an eternal one.
Eternal as the wish of relief for this pain.
Burning pain.
Halucinations come, reach me.
The dove with a message come,
Halucinations leave, release me.
Just vultres, flying, projecting shadows,
Angels depicted by sulight, carried upon their wings,
In black tunic, whispering the time of my death.
Rejoicing on my suffering, for my death will feed them,
Fill their hungry emptyness.
But it is well known, I am untouchable,
Till my last breath is over,
The time has not come.
They are just gambling on my destiny,
On whomever unlucky steps cross by,
Watching.
My flesh will not feed their bile,
It will not.
For I am, standing.
Burning, still breathing.
I don't blame them,
This pain is by moments so sweet,
I heard Pain and Pleasure are touching at edges,
As my shadow and me.
Time comes, the sun is lower,
Pain softer,
Vultres, gone.
No flight can be held anymore,
I, still standing.
Time comes,
The sun sets on it's most majestic splendour,
Reddish, warm, far away,
Burning no more.
The other shadows are gone,
I discover my own, long, but winged?
No.
I stand at the sun, facing it,
Gazing,amazed,
Thrilled,riddled.
Now leaves,
Please don't.
My shadow also leaves.
Had I fallen into paralel reality?
Shaped by sunlight? Or by myself?,
Why did I see a vultre as an angel?
Why did I find myself as another sort of Beast?
Why did I feel this burning pain is...
Darkness comes,
It takes me,
Shall I fear?
Darkness is not a shadow itself.
Or is it?
I find none,
I see nothing, my gaze finds nothing.
I feel no sand anymore, just this familiar wind,
Comforting me, recognizing me.
Touching me, holding me.
Now my senses show clearly the kind I belong to.
Gallop is my destiny,
Continous fluctuations of ground and flight.
It has always been so.
This nature has always been mine,
Once, life once.
The day comes,
New Sun rises, at this new once,
My own,
I face it as it is,
As it will be burning,
As it will fade away.
I run, on it's persuit,
Leaving pain behind,
Leaving the shadows behind,
Leaving my shadow behind.
