Cosmic Ballet

One said April is the cruelest month
When worn out promises return
There's more wisdom in the iris bud
Than all our centuries of words

See as the flower opens
What is there to say
Oh, hear the vow unspoken
In its sweet decay
This eternity of ebb and flowing
Oh the cosmic ballet

All my life I tried to kill this longing
Tried to cure it, make it right
But how it tugs me to my destined places
Like a moon upon the tides

How can the dream be brokеn
If the dreamer lеarns
These are the fires I poke in
But I'm never burned
Ebb and flowing of an ancient ocean...
Oh the cosmic ballet

Sweet dancing
Sweet dancing
A dancer you must be

Sick woman in a sick bed waiting
Light fast fading in her eyes
Somewhere else another light is forming
Turning into newborn cries

Oh, on the wind is sighing
Calling out our names
Saying “no, no there is no dying
Only changing face”
You, my darling, are the rest and motion
Of the cosmic ballet

Sweet dancing
Sweet dancing
And dancers you shall be