Ocean of Joy

Written by: Petrus Jansen

Cold allude my humble feet; 
Withdrawing what I thought to be hope.
Modernity is behind,
Should I go back knotting the old ropes?

My heart sinks slowly with the jaded sun,
As I watch my film called life.
A tear happens, a tear happens;
God moves and I dive.

All falls, all twilight,
I drift aloof, no rope.
Something, my memory fails...
Subtle in the Kaleidoscope.

We turn, marvelously and innocent,
There is no I in the Ocean of Joy.
Fond allude my humble feet;
My hope is empty, I can Love.