Eight Sounds from the River

Immediate danger, hysterical sound
Treating me badly, and loving me now
Confusing and foreign
Far away, so distant
A precious illusion
Goes further in distance.

So eight and so older
Wondering if it will become the present
Up and down
So much heaven, so much hell.

Go, go, go and come back in the future.

Wake me up tomorrow
With a smile in your face
I will wait,
I will hope.

Options are infinite
Unless I choose only one
I´ll hang on you
I´ll promise you that.

Buildings and bridges and towers and sand
Spirits in water, rivers of dance
Chilling so white, riveting walls
Nonsense of words
My physical guard.

You, you and then finally you
I´ll wait here, never wondering why
Yet so much to say
Not so much to as.

Keeping my lips tight.

Blue, red, yellow and white
So white and so blue.

Hollow and halo of grace
Frozen in pieces.

Nothing to compare.