Tangerine Windows Of Solace

I. Alba[Instrumental]II. Epitome"And dawn found him there wailing aroundThe somber remain of his past"In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyllConceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth.In repentant hours I was looking backInto the future of a desolate past.Too many coins thrown in fathomless wellsA wish out of reach:Vague fragments of meaningless daysPerformed in the light of flaring candle."And from the dregs of life hope to receiveWhat the first sprightly running could not give"[David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776]Memories fade again as dawn awakes.III. ApotheosisIn hermitage I may wash away the pain.Strongholds will ward off apathy.Children, leave these walls forZephyr will look the ebon door.Tears of dread stain a decript face,Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock.Morn sees a god in solitudeAs torrid skies announce the daily drab.Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth,Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls.Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradiseYet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened daysAnd the windows still remain untouched and barred,They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis.Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dreamGives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze.IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison)The ambition and transient desiresBreed muted walls of isolation.Pouring rain soon turned into snow,Covered the blossoms, a recluse heartSpring and sun left the old manLike the children who left with the dawnNever to returnNorth wind came all wrapped in grey fursTo disclose the isolation that filled his inert soulVelvet shades concealing the shadow of a man inHis lifeless world apart.V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream)Look far away, so deep withinThrough windows of relief, over walls of vanityShallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurtsThe artless soul, I wish I was there.Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought,Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word thatWe live all in vain:VI. Disintegration Of LastingOld man, is this you hoped to receiveFrom a life of content?Look upon your burning world of solace tornAnd pride forlorn, nothing remains."Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore,Truthless prayers consume our search for lore.Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame,We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain."VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception)[Lyrics: M. Steffen]