In that dawn
You can only see with your hands
You are drawn to the light,
blinded by the mirror of the sun.
The opening to the dusk of reality.
Night will fall on the old shells,
And burn them away with the souls of the new.
We are not bothered with this;
Our brothers are that of the undeniable beauty,
the spirit of humanity.
I will not take your hand,
but I will give you mine.
And we are not bothered
But I still remain,
captivated by the swirl
of the old shell that I remember.
It is my neighbor
my sun in the winter;
my opening to the night.
You can only see with your hands
You are drawn to the light,
blinded by the mirror of the sun.
The opening to the dusk of reality.
Night will fall on the old shells,
And burn them away with the souls of the new.
We are not bothered with this;
Our brothers are that of the undeniable beauty,
the spirit of humanity.
I will not take your hand,
but I will give you mine.
And we are not bothered
But I still remain,
captivated by the swirl
of the old shell that I remember.
It is my neighbor
my sun in the winter;
my opening to the night.
