Hear when the bee flies its last course on its road
Hear when the clouds stop gliding in their silent boats.
Hear when the oceans trickle the last drop onto the shore.
Hear when the wind howls the last time it sweeps around the globe.
See where the pearl moon beams dance on their way in the night
See where you have stopped still when anything had gone right.
See the broken masts of the ships that you had made to fly
Nowhere could you ever go, consumed by your selfish sight.
Come when the earth has eaten away at every one of us,
nothing left of the life that had created such a fuss.
Come when the morning star disappears gently into the cold
nowhere to go but the blackness where our story began to unfold.
Come where the last of the candles flickers out its light
from thereon you shall see the way through the darkness of the night.
Come where the rain pounds its many drops, wet upon the floor
there u shall wash away all your desires evermore.
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