the train in the rain : Tuleneelaja tants

off ground


the woman seen dancing in silence
lits million candles every night
and sets them free into the dark

standing
eyes closed
on the green shore of the blue
and smiles
:
i can hear you
and she starts to dance
to the beat of her heart
following her red blood
mirroring the blue veins
in the green ground
with closed eyes sees
and opens her eyes to
see the same
she hears
the wind singing
and dances out her tears
into laughter
she sees the violin player
the icy floor
and the dancers
those gloves
her red blood rages
she rises storms inside
to calm the otside
yet her hair is heveled
there
so on that shore
is eternal day
she only smiles
and listens
there she
doesn´t shed a tear
for the violin player stayed
in the green grassy fields
worlds are conjured
for her and only her
one string brings the worlds
and she.. gratefully dances
in a roseless world
she is
that
world
a
dance
a joyful dance
to keep this world safe
from falling apart
she holds up those blue skies
greates the green ground with her feet
she gave all of her roses to keep those steps
with nothing left
she is no more
than a dance
full of secrets
memories
tears and laughter
till she stands still
smiles
and looks into the blue
the eternal promise
of oranges

the dancer rises the flames high into the blue
blue lits in warmth and all goes blanc
a spot of black falls from the high
two stones she wears as earrings
hidden by wild disheveled hair
on a shore green sees a sea blue
lit in sunlight, singing
the eternal songs echo on and on
and she keeps on dancing
in an orange dress, making new old promises
to new old friends
her smile has bloomed into laughter
and her roses given back to her
orange like flames, tied into her hair
filling the air with their scent
for all to smell and remember
the dance was never for one
roses to spark dreams, make hearts aflame
nights as promises for day
for those two, night and day
always go hand in hand
dancing eternally
the dancer watches them go and kneels down
into the green to pick up a sword
a sapphire sparkling, her own song
she looks at and smiles
"I made you for myself... aswell"
and once again.. the warrior
carries two blades
- my hands aren´t my hands
if not holding onto you
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wasn´t it
the flame
and the ice
us, all


the dance reveals it´s truth
the eternal battle in and out
one fighting for all
all being back to back with one
for even if in the pouring rain
one´s eyes can´t see
the soul hears the rain singing
and keeps on dancing
on the window on the train
going somewhere
passes a lake, a passing thought
on it goes, the dance
never stops