Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
I dropped a few shells on my way
Far is the dune of the ruby sand
Where I would sit
And watch the time stopping by
I crossed a village made of ice
White silent houses weep at night
A lake that never breaks
Held the echo of her name
I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;
I followed the road of no return
She might find me
Near the end of the world
I saw candles burning on a hill;
The light or the thought remained still
The horizon was disguised
As a long corridor
So I picked a few thorns on the road;
The sense of the arrows
Showed me where
The catcher in my dream
Drew a portrait of her
I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;
I followed the road of no return
And never looked behind
I'm almost there
And there's no coming back;
I followed the road of no return
She might find me
Near the end of the world