In Abscondinium

The hidden grove in the lonely woods
Is heaven and hell at once
This beautiful gift of loneliness
Is a blessing and curse at once

The secret grove is an old hiding place
Safe from the lot of time
The hidden grove is a holy place
Strange and yet beautiful

The quiet light of dawn
Turns anticipation into memories
We are forever here

And worlds emerge and fade again
What we see is what we want
We are forever here

The hands of the clock
Are vanquished and banned
We are forever here

This hesitant glance a long time ago
The quiet beauty of eternal moments
We are forever here

In Abscondinium