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Mourning SunMorning sun grieves the earth,Crying witches release their work. A friend they shared, lost to death Born to life, we haven't met. Clean the crystal, looking glass darkness, Feeds the growing mass fires Are kindled throughout the forest, Horns are blown to lead the lifeless. My soul is scattered by the evening world This dust is what dreams have become When shall we be settled? Alas the morning sun Suspended within the space of self A cherub's wings, these treasures melt Onto earth Where I once dwelt Grope the air as I transcend Inside ourselves no man can touch The mindfulness we need so much Affirmation I exist! The dead lost to the bliss of age. Excel in contemplation on the spirit within Mindfulness lives in the air we breath in Meditation realized relaxation, mind And perception the voices of the rising tide. In the path of the storm no man shall conquer The spirit of death memories are your to share Death is the stage between our sleep Inner sanctum, life within |