If the sky opened up for me,
And the mountains disappeared,
||A man stands alone on a peaceful mountain-top, looking up at the sky thoughtfully.||
If the seas ran dry turned to dust,
And the sun refused to rise
||The man this time is sitting on a cliff, watching rose petals drift from his perch down to the sea beneath him.||
I would still find my way
By the light I see in your eyes.
The world I know fades away,
But you stay.
||The man is walking away from the sea, following a path apparent only to him. He's drifting, lost in his own world and pays no attention to what's around him.||
As the earth reclaims its due,
And the cycle starts anew,
||The man's memories go back to a burial, of someone much loved. His mind watches as the coffin is lowered into the ground, to be hidden from the rest of the world.||
We'll stay, always,
In the love that we have
Shared before time.
||The others around him are crying but he looks peaceful and pensive, knowing that she's still in his heart.||
If the years take away,
Every memory that I have,
||The same man is now much older, and he wanders, lost.||
I would still know the way,
That would lead back me to your side.
The North star may die,
||But he still knows his way to a certain burial ground, which he visits all the time.||
But the light that I see in your eyes,
Will burn there always,
Lit by the love we have
Shared before time.
||The old man is looking up at the stars, and a face appears in the sky, smiling. He looks up at the image, the eyes of the person replaced by shining stars.||
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made,
||The old man is walking through a dense forest. Stopping at a tree, he fingers the pale initials engraved and surrounded by a heart.||
Dissolve away,
One shining light will still remain.
||The initials are faded, but an opening in the treetops let a ray of light shine through and highlight the letters.||
When we shed our earthly skin,
When our real life begins,
||The old man is dying, lying down on a small bed.||
There'll be no shame,
Just the love that we have made before time.
||His eyes are closed, but his lips smile as he takes his last breath and joins his loved one.||
dreamspace9@netscape.net
And the mountains disappeared,
||A man stands alone on a peaceful mountain-top, looking up at the sky thoughtfully.||
If the seas ran dry turned to dust,
And the sun refused to rise
||The man this time is sitting on a cliff, watching rose petals drift from his perch down to the sea beneath him.||
I would still find my way
By the light I see in your eyes.
The world I know fades away,
But you stay.
||The man is walking away from the sea, following a path apparent only to him. He's drifting, lost in his own world and pays no attention to what's around him.||
As the earth reclaims its due,
And the cycle starts anew,
||The man's memories go back to a burial, of someone much loved. His mind watches as the coffin is lowered into the ground, to be hidden from the rest of the world.||
We'll stay, always,
In the love that we have
Shared before time.
||The others around him are crying but he looks peaceful and pensive, knowing that she's still in his heart.||
If the years take away,
Every memory that I have,
||The same man is now much older, and he wanders, lost.||
I would still know the way,
That would lead back me to your side.
The North star may die,
||But he still knows his way to a certain burial ground, which he visits all the time.||
But the light that I see in your eyes,
Will burn there always,
Lit by the love we have
Shared before time.
||The old man is looking up at the stars, and a face appears in the sky, smiling. He looks up at the image, the eyes of the person replaced by shining stars.||
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made,
||The old man is walking through a dense forest. Stopping at a tree, he fingers the pale initials engraved and surrounded by a heart.||
Dissolve away,
One shining light will still remain.
||The initials are faded, but an opening in the treetops let a ray of light shine through and highlight the letters.||
When we shed our earthly skin,
When our real life begins,
||The old man is dying, lying down on a small bed.||
There'll be no shame,
Just the love that we have made before time.
||His eyes are closed, but his lips smile as he takes his last breath and joins his loved one.||
dreamspace9@netscape.net
