FLUX ETERNAE
Taping into the deepness of ancient empires
Heartfelt volcanoes are shining past the trees
So soft the breeze, we trust the wind
The night is still young sweetheart
Nothing to regret but the time without love
When half the man was still sleeping
Deep the dream about happiness
Time has come to open all three eyes
To admire the beauty and the wisdom
Of Gods creation
The ashes of the past are the soil of the future
Curiously the river is still flowing its route
Relentless into the morning, full of lust
In her eyes the sky finds itself best
In her tears she spoke the words
Rise, rise from the safe castle of thoughts
Time has come to open your ears
And listen to your heartbeat as if it were
The first and the last sound you hear
Spread your wings my angel, cover me
Safe me from this heavy drops of gloom
Inconsistent is the stairway to heaven
But everybody is marching, there's no science
Hand shakes hand shakes hand shakes hand
And the words of freedom are spoken quietly
Delivered by whispers from gracious lips
Kissing the death goodbye, goodbye my love
Flux eternae, from Gods first sigh I AM
Markus Pintzinger
01.07.2003
London