viljaisa

life is but ash quiet songs for standing stones music playing within our hearts in temples made of dying bones life is but ash it withers in the coming fall monuments of dying flesh eyes too blind to see it all yet this is a love song for you and for the moment when the light breaks through this is a love song for us yet this is a love song for you and when we create this world anew this is a love song for us ~ life is but dust our hands are the fire, burning outstreched palms reaching out towards the sky that's always turning (arund and around and around and around life is but ash winters leave their bitter trace hand in hand in da

come, shine like the sun come, walk in the golden grain come, roar like the thunder come dance in freezing rain and come be my moonlit bride my courage through the night you rising tide and come no need to hide be my shelter and my guide through days and nights come, shine like the moon come light the midnight sky come watch over the ocean my love so far and high and come be my moonlit bride my courage through the night you rising tide and come no need to hide be my shelter and my guide through days and nights

There is no sound of traffic among the discarded memories sparrows have made their nests where you once learned to play you take each step deliberately as to remember write the echoes down in your memory to keep but not pass on something sharp to hold on when the sleep is fading in over time it gets easier things acquire the color of old photographs but sometimes light falls in just the right way and you remember

she sits alone in a room made of paper around her this scent of a new place the unfamiliar street and the quiet terror of the unpredictable on the wooden table (her mother's old) a mug full of lukewarm tea (safety, safety, safety) the curtains from her old home are closed (there is no one here) and she only goes out to the balcony when it's already dark (please do not look) silently she waits for time to pass and writes on the walls the few words she knows the paper cracks under her fingers and the movement of her hands is careful and unsure in a room of painted paper she waits for the rain to soak through the walls

Slowly, but surely the infinity grows further on each step deeper what remains of us is less becomes less - pottery, plastic and rusting nails a thousand year of treasures forgotten worn by those indifferent to us and our insignificance droplets fall on our clothes and we think we have found gold the sun falls on the waves and we write sonnets and poetry and songs about ourselves slowly but surely, each step further the water becomes colder we become less in a place with no end we have found pearls but we shiver for we know that the ocean holds its diamonds close

suddenly and without warning angels fell softly from the skies we walked silently past the remains glowing airplane bones torn apart under the sudden weight of air everyone waited but the ships had stopped coming in there were no more ports of call the horizon was empty and still but the sky was still full of seagull cries most of us were gone in a year our buildings might stand for a hundred more I heard they are trying something in the south to make it all happen again but it's been months and the wind carries a scent of burning cities the pavement is broken and conquered reclaimed, one could say with a wry smile but from up here you

they dance like snowfall cavort playfully around the currents and in the dark when it all should be still he listens to her breathe and she counts the grooves in his palm over and over again the lace on the curtains does not move winds do not blow here inside, everything is at rest

I move as you move as the world moves as it stays still as the light falls in patterns that are brilliant blue against the sun. the shadows cut deep and sharp and the concrete burns in brilliant white against the same blue that is not really blue at all, but just a shade of the sunlight that splinters between the waves. The sound is soft as it comes in waves and from the waves and from the ways we move among the blues and the brilliant light.