(c) 2011 Simon Mas
memories forgotten and the echoes of the changing times opening like flowers hidden shapes along my path.
the landscape stays the same with every building i’m passing by stuck in shapes now lost in time almost like a game.
the weariness of my nerves the alluring sound of my goodbye i’m lost in my remembrance within my dreams and my past.
i move across the darkness my feet they barely touch the ground i’m the herod of my silence now i know at last.
no clouds on the horizon so far only peace before my eyes i must go on and keep on trying to make some sense of these strange times.
clouds and cherry blossoms the songs of rivers full of life these memories are fading they’re left behind where they won’t last.
i look beyond today and i still find traces of my past i am coming down my mountain the spring will come at last.
no clouds on the horizon i must leave this desert far behind i must go on try to follow the geometries of nature’s mind.
no clouds on the horizon my hope is blooming in my eyes i’m sure it will all pass i’m sure one day the rain will come.