and then so clear

and then so clear to wonder, to wake with open eyes, as the snow across the tundra, and the rain across the skies, and the rain across the skies, so much again and weightless, in the motherworld of space, we fail to form to come to, and the razor mountains fade, and the day is cursed in shame, in these the world we open, so much to lose to save, to light the highest beacons, and the rose of love will bleed, and the rose of love will bleed, in these the world we open, so much to lose and save, to light the brightest beacon, and the rose of love will bleed, and the razor mountains fade, and the day is cursed in shame