Anima

She looks for the wellspring of all we believe
And the whole of creation on the tip of a leaf
Scribbling faces on the wall by her bed
That she'll never finish, but never forget

And disregards the shadows, the swans o'er our heads
That follow the kings as they tumble to bed
Plummeting down from their place upon high
As the earth runs to meet them like the blade of a scythe

I can't pretend I'm alright
I know- neither can you
Cling to the hope that the light
We desperately need will come from the blue

But what if instead
Of yearning for a bliss we've never tasted
We're already dead
Crying for life we already had and wasted

She aims for the crossroads of love and despair
Dreams like the fire and the wind in her hair
Clutching for life to the meteor's tail
Straight into the ground, to no one's avail

I can't pretend I'm alright
I know- neither can you
Cling to the hope that the light
We need desperately will come from the blue

But what if instead
Of longing for a life we never obtained
We embraced the silence
Of an emptied-out Heaven in the wake of a rain

What if instead
What if instead