Near the End of the World - Peter von Poehl

I dropped a few shells on my way

Far is the dune of the ruby sand

Where I would sit

And watch the time stopping by

I crossed a village made of ice

White silent houses weep at night

A lake that never breaks

Held the echo of her name

I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;

I followed the road of no return

She might find me

Near the end of the world

I saw candles burning on a hill;

The light or the thought remained still

The horizon was disguised

As a long corridor

So I picked a few thorns on the road;

The sense of the arrows

Showed me where

The catcher in my dream

Drew a portrait of her

I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;

I followed the road of no return

And never looked behind

I’m almost there

And there’s no coming back;

I followed the road of no return

She might find me

Near the end of the world