Little embers strewn across a coal black plane,
Little embers in tiny groups that remain.
How I wish they could touch the sky above,
And see what I see with so much love.
Venus is calling out to me;
Showing me all about love and places I could be.
She stays fixated within my soul and tells me about dreams untold.
The plane dips to the left,
The dark wings shadow what I cannot see.
The land below, shows me all the places I could be.
The fog around mixes my visions,
The contrast is without reason.
The little embers burn on and on,
Like little pieces of gold, grouped together,
Shining on forever.
Into the darkness we now approach,
There is no distinction between the sky and the Earth.
We are all one,
Made of the same matter
It's all an illusion my friend.
Opening your eyes will not help,
We are only human in that body of yours.
Only human.
The truth untold is within you,
The secrets of life; all around you.
They try letting themselves known to you through symbols,
Symbols that have been there since the bygone years.
Symbols that are kinds to your ears.
Symbols that are wise and true,
Symbols that show you, you.
