Crying in the Night
Sampson and Andre
C.1997

Purple leaves blow past my window.
Deep in thought, I'm lost in those spaces.
Hazy visions of 6rae gone by keep driving through my mind.

With gentle tones you aang my praises, in the days when you were my hero.
Then silver strains of our lullaby twisted into spice.

Now I'm crying in the night.

I never knew why your feelings changed.
As a child I couldn't understand.
There were so many joys that we could have shared.

Now you're not here.
You can't come back.

As the years are gradually passing, love has healed my headache and sorrow.
But when I hear our silver lullaby as darkness turns to light, I'll be crying in the night.

A Fragment
Peter Turland

Does your minds eye
See my minds eye
This endless hall of mirrored minds.

Blundering bipeds
Out to fill the universe
With lifes sweet blossom