William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
What an adventure
Fly to a foreign land
Step the train into strange surroundings
Don't know the language
Can't understand the same
You cast off into the new world
Fearless and open..at last to the world
So off you go onto the arena..not arena..ahh Rey nana..not ahh re nana
Sand...
This is your new world
Your footprints onto virgin soil for some
That is the first time you will be ready for..."come what may"
This is your dance
This is the breath before the first note
You
The mote in the firmament on highs silent
But not alone
Never...
Alone
There will never be this...
This ..
first of times
This isn't an echo of some dream
Wake upon the morn..only to morn the passing into that place where dreams remain
To die in silence
The silence defens
Nameless dreams..ever seamed
Imperfect to the touch
The silence grows as the distant echoes of other dreams
Fade.
Time
Has lashed out it seems and the words become sorrow
Become the tears of Hiareth
The Fado of your between of times.
You are here
At last
The first of some old photographs
Smiling like a baby now..
Smiling won't always be as simple as it seems
But your here
At last
Dream made flesh
Open up and make ready for this first dance
Open up your soul
It's time to drink from this well of time
Open up your mind and Empty it to the road
Open up and loose the fear
Of the unknown
Let cold wind come
Blow fog and leaf from your path
Take the hand of the wind and dance o pilgrim dear
It's a wonderful loss
And a priceless gain.
My prayer Peregrino, is to lose
And find
Yourself on the road
Leave your footprints in this virgin land
Fly to a foreign land
Step the train into strange surroundings
Don't know the language
Can't understand the same
You cast off into the new world
Fearless and open..at last to the world
So off you go onto the arena..not arena..ahh Rey nana..not ahh re nana
Sand...
This is your new world
Your footprints onto virgin soil for some
That is the first time you will be ready for..."come what may"
This is your dance
This is the breath before the first note
You
The mote in the firmament on highs silent
But not alone
Never...
Alone
There will never be this...
This ..
first of times
This isn't an echo of some dream
Wake upon the morn..only to morn the passing into that place where dreams remain
To die in silence
The silence defens
Nameless dreams..ever seamed
Imperfect to the touch
The silence grows as the distant echoes of other dreams
Fade.
Time
Has lashed out it seems and the words become sorrow
Become the tears of Hiareth
The Fado of your between of times.
You are here
At last
The first of some old photographs
Smiling like a baby now..
Smiling won't always be as simple as it seems
But your here
At last
Dream made flesh
Open up and make ready for this first dance
Open up your soul
It's time to drink from this well of time
Open up your mind and Empty it to the road
Open up and loose the fear
Of the unknown
Let cold wind come
Blow fog and leaf from your path
Take the hand of the wind and dance o pilgrim dear
It's a wonderful loss
And a priceless gain.
My prayer Peregrino, is to lose
And find
Yourself on the road
Leave your footprints in this virgin land