3 The Fountain

You in the Fountain of Past

Climbed the rocks, gazed the horizon

Gold seeker – I found you

Poet-dreamer – I lost you

Wind’s howling

Mask has fallen

Look, here’s my real soul

Listen to my tale, Once :

Once there was Beauty and the Beast

The dark castle, then comes nightfall

I see your face, little beauty

As an angel; bright eyes, pure heart

Then the bird sings and the Clock rings

Open me eyes, I cry again

The rainbow faded in your tears

You are the gold in the cauldron

The one not made to be found

Close the book, this is the end

Me, lost in a desert

Cannot reach your ears

Voiceless, weakened

Was my tale, Once

Sat by the Fountain, alone

Market place without crowd

My hand holds only the air

Looked in the past, my sorrow