To Turn The Stone

Frida

The moon retreats behind a silver cloud 
as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth 
and mystery replaces what we thought we knew 
to turn the stone, to turn the stone 

The one dimension only shows one side 
but do we see the same through different eyes 
as you and I peer into life´s caleidoscope 
to turn the stone, to turn the stone 

Eternal sands of time shift endlessly 
behind a veil of motionless disguise 
an eyelid flash is all it really seems to need 
to turn the stone, to turn the stone 
to turn the stone, to turn the stone