Magic Hands

There was magic in those daysWhen the sun sucked the gloryOut of the tired twisted bodiesForgotten by the blue raving soul. Drops of the sacred lightIn the mirror of a black lagoonWhere cats keep hidden the secrets of thoseWho are lost in labyrinths of words. No use to cry to the nightAbout a paradiseThat will never reveal itself to usWho are too afraid and blind to seek. The game has no winner,So smile at a flash of fireThat burns inside like a jellyfishIn the heart of a poisoned island,Where in the mist of joyful bubblesI leave behind the touch of magic hands.