Dandelion's mist, of feathers i will blow,

a drop of honey will change its color,

under the wings of Lady Magdalene's crow.

A movement in echo, your ripple promises of broken trails,

where is my channel, desert of dying river sails.

Branches of olives, you keep on growing,

yesterday's song, clouds today's mourning.

Are you thinking twice? My broken heart's window is open,

letting in all the flies, tomorrow's heartache, a deceiving serpent.

You draw curtains of potent demise,

has your wise one left? All covered in lies?

You are stuck, and no one is home,

Where is my door? Stepped upon your palm and throne.

Unveiling lips, you better think twice

Sometimes you walk, sink if He tries.

Has your marble glass broken, no other face you can find?

Has your golden arrow fallen, pierced through your mind?

Break the vine, friend is no one to time.

Do you choose to be kind

to the man who plays with your mind?

Will you step out of the line and tell

Mother earth that God has chosen a time?

We will meet in the East, feast and dine.

Puppets will mirror the strings and signs,

will no one realize that we are all mimes?

He will stop smiling when all are laughing,

ceilings are gone, you hear no one humming.

Will you die my friend, your troubled days mind at end?

Do you know your date oh friend, slipping chance into His hand.

Will your tongue taste fate, or will you whisper, "God, checkmate!"?