shanti rides a green horse

shanti rides a green horse
and sets out for a place
where all the pieces fit in
and all the dots are joined

shanti rides a green horse
for the poet can never be happy
the painter can never be happy
the king can never be happy

shanti rides a green horse
there's calm light shining in the skies
and there's cold fire blazing in the skies -
another cold fire burns me,
burns my flying bronze horses

shanti rides a green horse
thirsting for place,
lost in misty dreams,
where love is silent and silence is love,
where time sings of memories, memories sing of time,
and all the dots are joined