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 constantlyFeeling alone...Closer to the boundaries inertia thrill's my sleepSomehow I must enter in scenes beyond compare.I know I will...[II. PROJECTIONS]Adrift at sea on my way to AvalonTangled in moments surreal beneath the bridge of sighsEmptiness 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 beenColoured 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 handsrecites details of moments passed away.And the grains of sand slip through my fingersLike the vision that blurs whith the light of dawn...