| <Mind Colour> page <Mind Colour> album page |
The Sparrow MinisterAn empty room, a window in white,the dark outside, the light inside on him alone, his knees on his throat makes up thoughts... marble background, surronding similair, the heart of wood has deep furrows. A fire of impulses slides down the body As a lightining in the darkness, a whirling in the room of thoughts hangs with a firm attitude. The jockey of innocence guides that image in light for a mental exploration in some frames of soft reality, and alwys in their following I look your you... Oh my nest could never be either yours. Oh your head could never be under my wings. Why didn’t you fly up toward the sky so... ? Now I wander through the lonely stars as a Sparrow-Minister and always in their patterns I look for you... remembering... When you took my heart away I never felt a sense so strange so I realized that I need only you Fliying, I can see you, Shining, in my dreams again. |