Light Binder

It's not the weather

Probably is has come

The time of the year

When snow falls in midsummer

While ants gather around a rotten apple

I stare at the sky wondering

Has cosmic started its alignment?

And it is not a dream

Funny how complicated things are

To have two souls in one body

Funny to be the one who crosses time

But still this uneasiness lingers

Just what is this anxiety?

To watch myself with the eye of the heart

Reality isn't quite what it seems

I ask for only one answer

What should I know and what shouldn't I?

The Light Binder made me from clay

And put us above spectrums of light

Alas the traveler picks up hes sword

Somewhat heavy, somewhat far

50 years later se promises to return

And it was a long day for hem again