White Light (New Day)

(Give me a reason to love you.
Give me a reason to be a man.
Maybe there isn't.)
**

Cool love tapping her faith.
Beneath the drops of light.
Smashing the tear around her neck
And entering the new day whirl.

Have you stopped the mill ?
Its breath is a cob prayer.

Hear the tickle of the sun,
And the leaps of the years.

The game will stop.
One day.

See you at the dark side of the moon,
At the monarchic garden.
Where the angels are forbidden,
And the pole star watches.

Can't you feel the sparkling spirit ?
Below and above.

The stiff hand of perdition
Has been forgotten.
The tentacled-sceptre of light
Roots the plantation.


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