Blumma Apt

Candlemass


All seeing eye
You leave your shed
Weaving icy webs
Of cosmic threads

Ask directions
And solid pennies
Must lit the molten stars
Before they vanish

Impatient soul
A spark that passed
Into a diamond blur
Of eons lost

And underneath
The universal will
Someone counts the loss
Of the imbecile


Autor(es): Bj