Showing posts with label Marcus Denight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marcus Denight. Show all posts

20 February 2018

Marcus Denight - Legends of the Imminent Winter

Record: 2016 • Edition: 2018 • USC-WR-1802.0403
Traditional Electronic, New Age

The silent winter chill gave sparkling tenderness. Blue freshness blazed, pushing away chains of darkness. And in this snowy tanglement the distance shone under the moonlight. Windy dreams hurried to the cold branches. Fluffy snow like shores of glowing vasts; the azure of skies is home of clearness: shaky shapes are barely visible through blueness. Round dance of memories circled loudly along with it in motion of frozen sounds in crystal icy whiteness. And there’s is incomprehensible mystery hidden in every snowflake fallen to the ground. Late sunrises meet someone’s dreams, while winter outside the window is composing a new legends — legends of the imminent winter...

9 December 2017

Marcus Denight - Between Light of the Sun and Gray Moon

Record: 2017 • Edition: 2017 • USC-WR-1710.0383
Space Ambient, New Age, Electro

The Moon and the Sun. The Sun and The Moon. Two luminaries. Two hearts. Two legends originating from the birth of the Universe. They are the ones that jealous stars whisper about, looking around fearfully in the night sky. Silent witnesses of our life journeys, the Sun and the Moon! Countless myths and legends are written about them. In the moments of mysterious eclipses frightening with their unpredictability people stared at the sky with sacred awe and raised their arms as if they tried to implore forgiveness of heaven. The Moon and the Sun. You bestowed light and warmth to our far ancestors. Centuries will pass, whole millennia will sink into oblivion, but still you will look at our descendants. Bless them! Be merciful to them!.. Having left earth, the hopes of days Still keep their beauty evergreen. The heights of feelings lost in silence Sometimes awake those memories. How far divided we are now By endless roads of destiny And by remembrance of the lightest years Between the light of the Sun and the gray Moon. There still remains a hidden corner, Where at the sunset of the brightest lines A unique land has got its shape.