(The Dancer) Under A Summer Sky - Evereve

«And from the ashes a Phoenix rose — with

Wings made of gold it

Gently touched me, a touch of relief.

I was

Ready to start a new

Circle, hoping it would never come to an

End

„Never too late for hope“ — the grey ice

Melted — slowly…»

SPRING

Where is my world

The beggining of my life bound

Surrounded by light

Wandering aimlessly around

Hearing voices calling my name

While i hover, world’s dark stain

Where is my summertime?

I’m longing for its warmth

Far too long i shivered

In winter’s icy force

Clouds are above me

Mid air caresses my lungs

I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun

Soft grass — but it hurts to go over it

Pointed stings — running between i stick

Brooks are roading, the water blood red

Please let me drink, but i can’t, i’m dead

Souls are screaming, mothers and sons

Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching

A dream…