Constellations (Margin of the Sky)

Before you open the door
A head full of words
A silent lore
No one cares for the cruelty of gestures
Lost in dead lock of cold conjuctures
Happier in your own revelations
You gaze in someone's hands
Charted into celestial strands
A whole life is but a moment sigh
Written in luminous italics on the margin of the sky

Before you close the door
Image you wait watching yourself
At the edge of fate
Though you don't know for certain the tide
How long are you seen or where you hide

You gaze in someone's hands
Charted into celestial strands
A whole life is but a moment sigh
Written in luminous italics on the margin of the sky

How fast you will vanish
Where the sand will banish
How much time will pass
Before the glass runs dry

You gaze in someone's hands
Charted into celestial strands
A whole life is but a moment sigh
Written in luminous italics on the margin of the sky
Whole life is a moment
Just luminous italics on the margin of the sky