BEYOND, BEYOND…
Hope was the fire in the whirl of storms,
A light unquenched in the throat of abysses,
The only voice that called me through sunset times,
Beyond, beyond…, somewhere you would arrive.
Time showed itself with vampire fangs
And gnawed at the edges of my name,
“Bind your wounds and walk,” hope urged me,
Beyond, beyond…, a dawn will rise again.
The future murmured in a weak voice,
Beneath the avalanche of wounded, burdened days,
“Let not the bruises of time frighten you,
Life is long, and the world is vast.”
And when victory shone and claimed its crown,
Like a star lit in the spaces of the soul,
Hope whispered and beckoned to me,
Beyond, beyond…, this is only a door.
I searched for a bed for my broken bones,
But hope painfully called to me, “not yet,”
Now the wind carries and waves my joy,
The mirrors of time greet me everywhere.
Beyond, beyond…, it gave direction to my fate.
