Thought of the month of
October 2001

« On Her Deserted Hills »

Let it be she says. Let it be. Lets forget and turn to the enchanted sea. Lets give the memories a chance to fuel that fire inside so it consumes itself to the passage through hell that awaits us. Lets leave it to whoever wants to take it and then, as we still dream of the world we've left behind, lets sink into the new waters with hopes of a rescue.

Have I been mislead or have I been asleep? Did I change course to the abyss while leading her to the bliss? As I look around, it seems as if the alarms had been on since we departed. But as I always do, I only spent my attention on the lost causes.
I forgot to save myself in this heart that was about to crawl.

No mistake is forgiven. No shame is hidden. No blame will be lost forever.

Do not hate they say. Do not blame and don't regress to others' will. But I am just a men lost in her deserted hills. She walked away in my sleep and took all that stood around, leaving nothing but the sand that's burying me down.

Nonetheless, buried into her trap, I can't help to see the sky. Blue to remind me of the hope that will always persist, and with golden rays telling me of the life that's left for me to live. Sometimes a bird passes by and as much as I may be stranded, I can hear it inviting me on a journey, to come and see it all from above.

And so shall it be ... and so shall it be.