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Description
Trance of Renewal

Diminutive echoes of fall fades away
Compelling is the house of comfort

When nature can offer none but frost
All seek the warmth of the hearth

Exaltation

War is over!
For now
Armistice has been called
All warriors rest
And worried souls
Gather for Thanksgiving
The wounded lay in steady rhythm
The dead, no longer burdened

There is hunger in the hearts of people
Gnawing at the core of themselves
O what toils the peoples of Erde
Such scars from the seasons
Let there be joy
If not for one current
Then a morning without fight
Blades have been sheathed

Tremble O mighty peoples
The cold air shivers with excitement
Long lost friends
Once thought gone forever
Now rejoined and resumed
Before the streaked sky
That paints an artist of emancipation
Universal suffrage of the human spirit

Partners and friends
Young and old alike
Embrace each other with lovingness
Listening to the tame crackle of winter fire
With no worries
None but the closeness of those around us
Ye all who’ve campaigned together
Veterans of my years

For equinox
Much is to be done
Soon
But till then
Let us enjoy our last days
Numerous are the hours
But short are our lives
Give, to let others, live

Alone I stood in the night
Where spectres rise from unmarked graves
The paper thin moon
Brings no light upon the horrors
There is no need
To re-live the death
This is a time of rest
Let there be renewal

Enervation

Upon the slag I place myself
All are asleep
Filled with dreams of hope
Of good days that are abound
In spring, and perhaps
Wishes for better years to come
Common people, with such beautiful aspirations
The pillars of the nation of love

No longer am I alone
Far far away
Past oceans and seas
On another continent
Another has answered the call
Of the eternal blissful night
We both see the same stars under us
Where fate calls, we will answer

The spirit rends
A hardened heart
Into sublime snow
Softened and smoothened
Into grains of dust
Poured into the hourglass of time
Buried in the deep chasms of history
And when morning comes, gone shall the rifts be

Simpleness

That can be found
Wherever we are
For the mornings that
We sit
And pause to sip
On a cup of tea
When the crusts are fresh
And air smells undisturbed
Beauty as such makes old men cry

The young saplings around me
Pipettes out a question
Its voice full of uncertainty
Of this harsh and quiet winter
“Why is it so dark and cold?”
“Where have my leaves gone?”
“What is happening? Why am I here?”
With a passive smile, “Its winter my love, let us enjoy it.”

I let out a long slow sigh
The dew of my waters
Clouds about in the air
The days are just so full
And so are our lives
I close my eyes and lie flat upon the glen
Together with the young and the old
Opening our senses to the wisping essence of winter

Release

We are free

Description
Trance of Renewal

Diminutive echoes of fall fades away
Compelling is the house of comfort

When nature can offer none but frost
All seek the warmth of the hearth

Exaltation

War is over!
For now
Armistice has been called
All warriors rest
And worried souls
Gather for Thanksgiving
The wounded lay in steady rhythm
The dead, no longer burdened

There is hunger in the hearts of people
Gnawing at the core of themselves
O what toils the peoples of Erde
Such scars from the seasons
Let there be joy
If not for one current
Then a morning without fight
Blades have been sheathed

Tremble O mighty peoples
The cold air shivers with excitement
Long lost friends
Once thought gone forever
Now rejoined and resumed
Before the streaked sky
That paints an artist of emancipation
Universal suffrage of the human spirit

Partners and friends
Young and old alike
Embrace each other with lovingness
Listening to the tame crackle of winter fire
With no worries
None but the closeness of those around us
Ye all who’ve campaigned together
Veterans of my years

For equinox
Much is to be done
Soon
But till then
Let us enjoy our last days
Numerous are the hours
But short are our lives
Give, to let others, live

Alone I stood in the night
Where spectres rise from unmarked graves
The paper thin moon
Brings no light upon the horrors
There is no need
To re-live the death
This is a time of rest
Let there be renewal

Enervation

Upon the slag I place myself
All are asleep
Filled with dreams of hope
Of good days that are abound
In spring, and perhaps
Wishes for better years to come
Common people, with such beautiful aspirations
The pillars of the nation of love

No longer am I alone
Far far away
Past oceans and seas
On another continent
Another has answered the call
Of the eternal blissful night
We both see the same stars under us
Where fate calls, we will answer

The spirit rends
A hardened heart
Into sublime snow
Softened and smoothened
Into grains of dust
Poured into the hourglass of time
Buried in the deep chasms of history
And when morning comes, gone shall the rifts be

Simpleness

That can be found
Wherever we are
For the mornings that
We sit
And pause to sip
On a cup of tea
When the crusts are fresh
And air smells undisturbed
Beauty as such makes old men cry

The young saplings around me
Pipettes out a question
Its voice full of uncertainty
Of this harsh and quiet winter
“Why is it so dark and cold?”
“Where have my leaves gone?”
“What is happening? Why am I here?”
With a passive smile, “Its winter my love, let us enjoy it.”

I let out a long slow sigh
The dew of my waters
Clouds about in the air
The days are just so full
And so are our lives
I close my eyes and lie flat upon the glen
Together with the young and the old
Opening our senses to the wisping essence of winter

Release

We are free