Until The End Has Been Found

Until the end has been found Let the flames beam the sky All comes again here around In the reasons you ask why Time’s like an apple that's red Round and round in its beauty Everything from its inside head Every nibble for you to see You be the picker of the best Freshest fruits you'll ever know Every footstep in its crest Like the breeze that is to flow Be its queen or its king Every moment pickier bring Like apples that are shining And the birds that to them sing There’s love in remembered dreams None in those that is gone Yellow and the red apple stems To give its taste to everyone Fruits of love in each their taste Love of hope that’s to realize Nothing to pretend - for that's waste Nothing to stand for in its cries