The Silver in these hands…

Everything has changed in this place, everything has gone and been erased Its passenger’s melancholy changed Their hands pressed against the stone, grown afar To know its touch, To weep against its bark, To know you my friend is to breath again The world feels us, trapped in this eternity… A scream without plea, A world with no change Losing who we are, again torn inside out with no pain But we will love, We will love again Mighty storms enraged, Figures dancing on the waves thunder and lightning strike the air and without timing the rain cries scared the tears of fire fall from the sky and burn the twigs of forests touched by human eyes taking breath of our ships, piercing the night with calls ravaging the essence closed off from us We will love again i promise and a song will be sung This world will change again and I hopeful it be soon too soon it must be, for this is the time to be to know what has been lost, to know what is to come To live and love whatever the past will flower To glance, to strike on the dance floor to fly And care for this earth, this mother of ours who gave birth to clouds with silver lining shards.