Dimensions

[I. FRONTIERS]

Pounding rhythms announce a borderline to pass.

Arctic chill embraces me under African skies.

Now all is one, grand transition starts slowly,

Life leaks away...

There's a certain passage I must run through all alone.

Static yet kinetic this projection lasts and widens

constantly

Feeling alone...

Closer to the boundaries inertia thrill's my sleep

Somehow I must enter in scenes beyond compare.

I know I will...

[II. PROJECTIONS]

Adrift at sea on my way to Avalon

Tangled in moments surreal beneath the bridge of sighs

Emptiness takes hold...

Inhibitions and stifled fears emerge from the abyss of

childhood,

My soul starts movind 'til it flies.

I retrace the years back and I sense compulsions

disintergrate,

Barricades once built tumble down, eventually.

Projections - pictures of somewhere I'd been

Coloured reflections...

[III. THE GRAINS OF SAND]

Even though new horizons are reached questions remain,

Subconscicous landscapes left behind.

There's the permanent hope that the sand in my hands

recites details of moments passed away.

And the grains of sand slip through my fingers

Like the vision that blurs whith the light of dawn...