Portal: The Circle's Gone - Cynic

I am winter dormant in my solitude

You are spring alive and with new growth

I am summer burning in my beatitude

You are fall shedding leaves grown old

Just when the circle’s drawn

Just then the circle’s gone

The circle’s gone

I am petals found in frail wayside flowers

You are wind blowing bare open

I am sunlight showering the rays of play

You are sand soft yet hard as stone

Just when the circle’s drawn

Just then the circle’s gone

The circle’s gone

Merging with the land now

With all things

And all the beings

Knowing I am one now

With my vision

With all the feeling

I am Winter, you are Spring

I am petals, you are wind

Faith fills my inner space

Clears my circle’s place

Turns me inside out

Moves away my doubt

Just when the circle’s drawn

Just then the circle’s gone

The circle’s gone

Just when the circle’s drawn

Just then the circle’s gone

The circle’s gone