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The Cycle

Music : Conscience
Texts : Nicolas Moulard

When it rained for so long,
When leaves whirled through our minds.
In the air nor warm nor cold, suspended,
The scents brought us back to the beginning.
The mourning was in yellow brown and red,
When we listened to the dust settle,
When ending had never been so quiet,
Silence never been so meaningful.
When, for a while, we stared at this paradox,
Head tilted toward the crooked side of life.
When we gladly left the growing shadows
With the prospective torment of loneliness.
When the film over life got removed,
Maybe because everything was giving up,
We finally felt like we belonged.
When these times sneaked up on us,
When we held hands with the moment.
All of that while the wind
Had the trees shake their heads
In disapprobation.

Do you remember,
When we walked across winter,
The wind drove into our lungs,
To try to get to our fire.
When white powder was mirror,
And reflections burnt our eyes.
Oddly the sunlight was cold,
And on the horizons we shared,
Dusk pointed a weakened finger
At a ghostly land, gone bold.
Your pain was getting so loud,
That I was feeling it as well.
Down our cheeks
Our frozen tears
Sealed our lips,
But I can still recall
Everything we didn’t say.
Through the snow,
We kept struggling away,
Anyway.

Do you remember when we were reborn,
When the whole sphere was looking to expand,
When everything was waking up together,
And seemed like it wanted to get outside of itself.
When, on their way back, the southern flocks
Threatened the cold, whose armies fled,
To retire further north until the next assault.
When some memories slowly surfaced,
Pulled away from their cryogenic state,
And unfolded the way they were before,
Like they just pierced an ice age wall.
When “thirst” became a religion again,
When we felt thirsty for life once more,
And skin contact was music to our senses.
When colors were bursting everywhere,
Up to people’s smiles, up to people’s souls.
When yet another puzzle, which pattern
We assumed would resemble the previous ones,
But we still hoped would draw clear skies,
Began.

When the days leaned on the nights,
And were still not long enough.
When we watched the tide ponder,
And finally put out the sand on that beach.
When we seemed to be carrying the sky,
And we had to dim the light outside.
When the shade was hiding from the energy,
Until fire pounded on the background,
And shattered the heat to liberate water,
That spelled relief with every hit
On our begging faces,
Standing on the thirsty face of the planet.
After the soil drank the last drop,
When the smoke rose to confuse our worlds,
And the fog merged our dreams with life,
And infused our life with dreams.
Sky was blue, time flew in slow motion,
We didn’t want to know anything else,
When we were together in heaven,
On earth.