The Truce

"Die Treue" by  Frank Savage

Cape Reinga 1972. 

Mind racing, seeking vengeance

Stability and slow moving concepts thrives as one

Peace at last, the bastion of hate falling smooth

Leaves descending after the root has been sliced

Why this feeling of tranquility as the cold wind pushes you off balance?

The everdeep blue pulling and gives growth for solid thoughts

Purposeless on sore legs, lungs filled as night fades

First black kiss of death is becoming ever more welcoming

Isn’t this the perfect end, while ahead as clear red blood still flowing with a force

Lines leading where the never ending takes the true hold

Pure and free, gravity keeps down a man that needs to ascend

Wind on ocean, fortress of grey keeping an insane mind sane

Soar, black tar of guilt seeping out and away

Washed away for a moment as the past is forgotten

Seeking too low, nature taking life and returning all as a truce of sanity

Lone survivor of man, become the element

With powerful life surrounding a body that shall wither in time

(Remember this)

(Treasure this)

Clean and nothing becoming the man that gives to receive

'The unhappiness that I need and long for…is the kind that will let me suffer with eagerness and die with lust. That is the unhappiness, or happiness, that I am waiting for'

Harry Haller a.k.a The Steppenwolf