The flickering flame slowly burns
Cogs that determine the way things flow
Yet who would ever know
If not for the motion that is so
~
In constant variables that equal
A planet that rests on its axis
Atlas never held the world
Upon his mighty shoulders
Neither does Neptune
Rule the mighty seas
Yet there is a man who adjusts
Those cogs accordingly
In the winter breeze
Without him centrifugal force
Would cease to exist
Carefully he torques the cogs
With the gentle turn of his wrists
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
3 comments:
Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble
and turn.
Lotus's lean on each other in union.
Over the hills where a
swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
Over
the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the
grapevine.
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that
ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of
the sun, the heart of the sun.
Who is the man who arrives at the
wall?
Making the shape of his questions at asking.
Thinking the sun will
fall in the evening.
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the
controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the
sun.
Pink Floyd
Very prolific. Thanks for the post.
I always liked the lyrics to "Over the Hills and Far Away".
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