Yesterday or many days ago, probably two, I suppose.
When it was raining, it was hard for me to find things with my eyes gone.
Many deer seemed to be depressed that day? Possible because they grow tired
of the rain? In a way...it Fortifys me.
After that day, when the rain decided to give the
deer a chance to soak up there ideology and there hilarity. I was quitly
investigating the forest. I had to. Had to rid of the thought of not being
able to see anyone, not being able to see her.
I thought, maybe if I pleaded with the gods so I consitantly prayed to them.
In terrible awe, I could hear there vioces echoing in my head. They blended
together almost? One with a stagish vioce with another with a whisper of a does vioce.
" You come to us to apostrophize?? No, you shall not reclaim your
eyes back until you reclaim what you have lost. So many hind, and you haven't
even chosen one? And even the one you chose now has been lost at
sea?In a place where she can not be reached? Let us not forget what put her
there and what might not bring her back? And how will she look at you then?...I know
what you think Blackhoof, and time is not eternal...not on your watch."
Then I saw her, she was praying beside me th whole time. Her
coat was a beautiful obsidian with white paches. By now my freind? She should tell
at least alittle who I speak of? She gave me the beluga mask to put over my face.
We sat by the pond and thought about whales, and more. We where both whales,
we where both suns who warmed each other in different ways. And the sharks...no longer
enemies...but freinds who I could betray in loving her.
No more...no more confusions, an orca whale is no different from a beluga whale....
but we are different somehow in strenght and ways...
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a gi
You're the bird
on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
, make her feel real
Wet your beak
in the stream
he's playing is life
is a two way dream
me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
Clues and crap you should probably get right of the back...
if not then oh well I changed two words in lyrics to match the situation more...
You know me...music revols around my head...
Poor Blackie....no chances by his standards