Horus - Winds Of Alchemy

There those transient airs will be Blowing stubbornly upon routine Still in between the affection With hunger and without shelter Lovers of alchemy With desire, Within a melting pot We forge gold And diamonds Sparkles Fantasies That take us nowhere And the dream is laid into another dream Oh, if desire would have died Led in the vessel of lovers Impossible flame of encountered winds Would have raised the secret paths Through the spiral Of the corpse to the top Through pathways of steam At the root of the entrails of love That never spark Its blue sea salt, its white foam Strands of nerve like two serpents From the waters of life Blood and fire in a spiral And without caressing boundaries. The perception of all sights Made in the shyness of morning Yes, after the daily hit of a routine shreds faith Corrodes hope Lovers on the cross of disagreement With their soul will settle Things in suspense A shower of desire, a lie A journey to obstructing boundaries A saying I don’t care In a corner A guideline for jealousy A walk on the rope of doubt Will be enough to know That led cannot be gold