I
And then,
when huge and dark clouds
obluminated the clear skies,
I knew I had finally understood
the truth behind your eyes.
The pale blue pidgeon
has been painting horizons
since unsoundable beginings.
But there have been times
- like these we now live -
when we have not known
what those colors mean.
II
Confussing times
are subjugating our souls,
getting us all
selfish, bitter and hopeless.
All doors and roads
are closed,
and seems no one has
a compass or any keys.
Endless shadows
are all arround us!
But, when there is shadow,
somewhere there must be light!
Have we been looking
in the right places?
III
I can not see
in the darkness;
but I know there is brightness
from the stars beyond!
We all can…
if we truly believe our sorrows
can not last forever.
Someday, when our time
has been reloaded
like a river with no sea,
the mist of wise and old ages
will bring back to our spirit
the never gone hopefull flight
of the pale blue pidgeon.
And it will then be
when truth before our eyes
will become colorless and eternal…
