Kilta goes atmospheric.
Lyrics by Sally Armbrecht:
In the day
He hides away
From the sun's glare
It's brilliance makes
His despair burn more
Sometimes ripping of the scabs
That gratefully
Too briefly
Cover his wounds
The heat presses
Makes him feel small
As the world hurries on it's way
Only in the early evening
Or on cloudy days
Can he stand and go out
Stretch his long legs
Arch his back
A few vertabrae cracking with release
Then his lungs fill with the cool air
The autumn leaves crackle
Then rattle like a bag of bones
The cold, setting sun
Pours liquid gold
Over the fields and road
Reminding him of a beauty gone
And then the blessed night
Where the merciful moon
Shines a discrete path
He can follow silently
A brilliant piece of yarn
Weaving through the trees
Showing him the way
Through the darkness
His shoulders flash
White, then fade to black
As he walks deeper
Into the forest
Until he is no longer
Separate from the swaying trees
11 сен 2024
