time strikes between one and two like rhythm and blues
a reminder to life, days are unfolding through
we need to taste each moment like there's no more tomorrow;
that's what it means, maybe, to me and to others too
the billowing waves kneel before the rocks - ruins of fortress, remains of the past
in the enormous silver and golden beauty of the sky, emotions where casts
filters of bladed ray from up high carefully fading
embracing the tides, temperature has risen
alone in the dark, wrapped by...
