D.V.C. - Mourning Sun

Morning sun grieves the earth,
Crying witches release their work.
A friend they shared, lost to death
Born to life, we haven't met.
Clean the crystal, looking glass darkness,
Feeds the growing mass fires
Are kindled throughout the forest,
Horns are blown to lead the lifeless.
My soul is scattered by the evening world
This dust is what dreams have become
When shall we be settled?
Alas the morning sun
Suspended within the space of self
A cherub's wings, these treasures melt
Onto earth Where I once dwelt
Grope the air as I transcend
Inside ourselves no man can touch
The mindfulness we need so much
Affirmation I exist!
The dead lost to the bliss of age.

Excel in contemplation on the spirit within
Mindfulness lives in the air we breath in
Meditation realized relaxation, mind
And perception the voices of the rising tide.
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In the path of the storm no man shall conquer
The spirit of death memories are your to share

Death is the stage between our sleep
Inner sanctum, life within