Anamnesis

A quaint winter

Dim is the lantern

(Though) Fog obscures the dark

(There) Shines the broken ark

Star filled night

The sky gleams in diamond bright

A string of falling stars

So close yet so far

Dreams, they are nebulous 

A void, filled in dust

This time we share

A deer with a silent stare

Transcends the universe

A bliss or a curse?

Deer that died all alone

Its eyes, tear borne

Boxed in Paradox

He deliberately starts humming the lines from the Iron Maiden song ‘Blood Brothers’ - “Keep on making the same old mistakes..” and looks smirkingly at me. I don’t seem to have the urge or the intent to react to him. Just a smile of acknowledgement as if to complete that last verse of the song without remorse..

“When you think that we've used all our chances

And the chance to make everything right

Keep on making the same old mistakes

Makes untipping the balance so easy

When we're living our lives on the edge

Say a prayer on the book of the dead”

~ Blood Brothers - Iron Maiden