Pictures at an Exhibition

Promenade---------
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone,
Wipe away endless years,childhood tears as dry as stone.
From seeds of confusion, illusions darks blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of sorrowthe dance still is sung.
My life's course is guideddecided by limits drawnon charts of my past daysand pathways since
I was born.
The Sage --------
I carry the dust of a journeythat cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day.
You and I are yesterday's answers;
The earth of the past came to flesh,
Eroded by
Time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess.
Come share of my breath and my substance,and mingle our stream and our times.
In bright, infinite moments,
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.
The Curse of
Bab Yaga----------------- ----
Doubles faces dark defense
Talk too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up with smiling lies
Talk to creatures raise the dead
Fate you know sure got fed
Trained apart from houses of stone
Hour of horses pick the bone
The Great
Gates of Kiev-------------- ---------
Come forth, from love spire
Born in life's fire,born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire
In the burning, all are ( of our) yearning,for life to be.
And the pain will (must) be gain,new life!
Stirring in, salty streamsand dark hidden seamswhere the fossil sun gleams.
They were, sent from (to) the gates
Ride the tides of fate,ride the tides of fate.
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