The Circle's Gone de 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