Miracle Song

Ridiculous, ludicrous, laughable, senseless – yet magic...
No purpose, no reason or rhyme, but so perfect – imagine…

The hour strikes, the day comes forth,
The moment lands, the time comes fleet
When reason bursts…
The granite boils, the glacier burns,
And flurries knock you off your feet,
What sort of curse…?
A rainbow turns into a flower,
Like nightingale sings the owl,
It severs not – the finest thread
When sliced by steel in fire bread –
By mighty swords!
By mighty swords!

Ridiculous, ludicrous, laughable, senseless – yet magic...
No purpose, no reason or rhyme, but so perfect – imagine…

There comes a time of fear and chill,
Of hidden passionate desire,
The thrill and force!
The pain, the laughter, light and shade –
Into one flame, into one fire!
What sort of curse…?
From nothing: only a mirage,
My foolish whim, my mad collage –
All of a sudden comes a face:
The shape and hue, the flesh and sound…
And passions burst!

Ridiculous, ludicrous, laughable, senseless – yet magic...
No purpose, no reason or rhyme, but so perfect – imagine…