like the wind,
They came and went.
The party of sung apocalypse
went on in parcel of dreams;
'Twas thrown to our houses
each night we slept.
At one moment from that simple
yet obscure point of origin
our souls fired away -
burning the skies with
diffused colours of orange and red;
We never knew the past
Nor had we known the future.
Only the present mattered.
The children dreamt of that place
they once called home;
Fathers and forefathers
were oblivious of history;
We never came to know each other's name
and each other's favorite songs.
All the laws of the physical world
shattered like a fragile glass.
We were undressed like a newborn.
Innocent were we.
Faith dead like that of a soldier's -
Houses burned with fire,
Nurtured with memories -
lethargic and vain.
Equilibrium.
We slept for centuries.
We never knew the past
Nor had we known the future.
But we only lived at that single point in time
where we dreamt about good memories
of each other's existence,
and we were breathing,
we were speaking each other's name.
We were back to the beginning...
