Land Of The Phantoms

<br>Wind sweeps through the forest<br>It sweeps through valleys and mountains<br>It stops and casts its eyes over the peak<br>And looks inquiringly when it trances me down<br>I don`t speak and nor do the wind<br>It`s just standing and looking at the landscape<br>Solitude takes my thoughts<br>I feel quite well in this way<br>But my soul is tired<br>Then it rises and regains strength<br>It entreats me to fly with<br>Through valleys and mountains<br>It asks me to soar before the sun rises<br>To take advantage of darkness and night<br>Since then I`ve been one with the landscape<br>And it has become one with me too<br>Since then I`ve been one with the darkness<br>Which is a vital element for me<br>Since then I just stand here and I see everything<br>As the others are carried from peak to peak<br>As the wind stain the world<br>As they sink out honour to the depth of hell<br>I look around. We have remained few in place<br>The others have flown away, wither their interest hoping for better<br>But I see that we`re still firm<br>And like sand, the wind carries the others