The bloodband of Truth

Two eyes meet the darkness
In the watch night of the world
A heart feels the edge come closer
behind the thicket of wild roses

Two hands feel the stinges of pain
from the soul-bow's arrows
A face is slowly hidden
with dark, sad smiles

Two eyes meet the light
In day of a moment
A heart feels warm streams
from each solid beat

Two hands grasps around a flower
carefully in fear of it's sharp charm
but the drop of blood drips
to the ground, light and warm

Two eyes thoughts meet in a glimpse
from Time's pride spirit
Two hearts meet in red freedom
A hand seeks a hand

A heartbeat from the truth
in the dark gardens of the nights and days
Two seperate, footsteps fades away
among the complaints of yesterday.

1997 © Ingvild Gregersen

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