Stone of olden ages in the eye's pupil of sculptor of perfectness

Spectre of creation hangs above him, soaking into himself

Everything was here before and everything was somewhere written

Stories with faded face of truth are becoming legends...


Small demon of tumult slowly caught his breath

And showed me the depths of abyss of doubt and disbelief

Closed windows are silent challenge to open them agape

Light will fill the depths of fear of our unconsiousness


Vault of heaven in gleaming night

Principle of creation is falling on us

We snatch the Muse in clear desire

To become prime movers of conception


She's in springs of irascible thoughts

When dusk is nesting in ruins of walls

Assaults memoried souls, resides in recluse's heart

And hidden truth impels us to action


Everyday I discover something new and it multiplies my desire for knowledge

Each gulp urges bigger hunger - infinite choice of chances

...while exhausted mind wanders on mosaic of ideas

Muses always uncover to chosen one only a few pieces of stones


Vault of heaven in gleaming night

Principle of creation is falling on us

We snatch the Muse in clear desire

To become prime movers of conception


The one who held inside indestructable energy

Knows that time ruins only mortal beauty