Pilgrimage

These days are burning down

Every death is an end in the race

- no arrival

These lives - just ripples

In the stunning widths of space

- slipping away

This march will never end

Every stop is a death deep within

- deep within

It is a WAR over years and years

It is a WAR...

Passion in every step

Every month is a part of the circle

- no arriving

Counting your mirthfull days

Every year is a march round the wheel

- on and on

And when there is nothing left to light these worlds

I will be right at your side

I will be there in time

In time...

Marching on...

Travel - Arrival

Together we will drown

In the river of your transciency (You will see...)