Oh what a brief moment
A comet rushing to earth
In haste when it pierces orbit
A new demon or another old angel
In clothes made of the stars themselves
Chain spools of gold rhinestones
Further than the eyes can capture
We, beings of celestial ordinance
–
For a brief memory
To taste air
To feel sea
To hear mountains move
Old towers full of energy
The first beings of earth
Back to the senses
To see thoughts
To hold love
And finally to return
–
Only a short while
In truth it is forever
Captured in a capsule
The truth never runs
Stagnant like eternity
The lies we tell ourselves
To stay grounded on here
Only when bones grow weary
Mind reawakened
Once dulled by the senses
Only then we accept
The return
The repeat, some say
SIMPLE WORLD 