Prism & Views

Inside a foggy day
I cut my tree top down
Those portals of clay
Turn of the brass knob

I touched the bell to ring
Then I saw the house begin
Shape from the fog white
Grow by daylight
I had to step inside

It was alert with sun
Why is it so late I come
I met a view
That I well knew
Inside the house of light

Printed on the walls of gray
My reflection shone
Mirrored on the drops of haze
The days I called my own

Patterns kept parting while falling down
Something turned somewherе I missed the ground

I lay inside my еyes
Like in a pond asleep
Slumbering deep
Ready to rise
My mind breathed without me

Flakes of mist are sinking down
Stilling every sound
Softly surfing at my skin
I fade where I begin
Shaping the spaces beyond the time
Vanishing vapours elude my mind

I turned the house of light
Growing
The house of light begins
Like a whispered word

I am the endless haze
Crystalized
By all the days
I've owned

I am a living part
Of the time
Another start
To rhyme
All the legends new

Though all my days are done
They're not gone
To pass them on
To those
Who are yet to come

And rising your age
With any one of my days
I'll join into your life
And be a part
Of your days when you die