Saint Judes Interlude

Conquered mountains

The fountains of attitude

Playing an interlude between collapsing sorrow and the apperance of Saint Jude.

Most of them are crying from within,

it's the place where speech has no sin.

Where magic draws an heart on the mountain of proof,

it's the magic of everlasting youth.

Leaving a symbol of truth.

While a black swan swims in the arms of a palindrome,

A Syndrom of Love sitting on a throne

and remaining imagic.

Don't try to figure it out

you are going to loose it's magic,

but you are going to write about

A Holy star is rising from afar.

And the Devil wants to see failed mercy.

He is circling around Judes controversy,

but one has to imagine him kind.

The heart is never blind

It's longing to praise.

I'm an abanoned dream

Trying to catch the phrase supreme

Sometimes it's written by the wonder

We try to hide under

Or it's written by tears in the sand

And I understand

And it makes me kind

And I am unwined

And unbound from within

Loving everything

In solitude

An everlasting Interlude between Saint Jude,

with clouds above up high and a Revelation like a gap of illumination showing a Kingdom in the sky.