Between Times


The drums of time I have stopped
The ecstatic quietude
Sucks up every fear
And every desire
Illusions of the moment
Featureless figures
Intensified feelings
I`m running behind my shadow
In this vastness
I can feel your presence
I cannot understand
Your misleading words
Inconceivable beauty
Sweet melody
Forgotten senses
Are waking up
Dark is the night
Always and never
This is the time
Of total purification
Lost in thoughts
Trying to touch
The perfect moment
But the clock strikes again
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