I saw the world come pouring through the window And fall exhausted on empty canvas Guided by the hand of a wayward spirit...
Empty Canvas
Waves of a Silent Sea
From out of the west come visions of gold Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed The long moments become waves of a silent sea Rolling inexorable to the city wall...
Across the Sky
Broken edges, loose threads Tear away until blood is flowing Beneath ashes carried on the wind Already magic is flowing through our veins...
The Breath in Your Lungs
Timeless is the message on the airwaves We listen unceasing to the simple words That leave the air shimmering And lights in our eyes, a faint glow of red Or maybe they’re just bloodshot...
Road Over Still Water
Go on through conquered lands Walk until you come to a road over still water And wait for reflections to become reality Come alive and draw you in...
A Handful of Fire
Sunrise on the wings of a solstice A handful of fire cupped for warmth Against the east wind out of the valley The land of wildling calls...
Altar to the Iron Sky
The birdsong above tells me I’ve walked this road before Shadows lay across it in bands of night and day Passing over me, each step a new twilight But nothing is familiar in the trees ahead...
Infinite River
Veins filled with holy fire A light with no creation come alive with the sacrifice To walk the world it dreamed in childhood
Against the Seas
A northwest gale gone out against the seas Grants passage to the weary, Lost among pathways given to the night Stumbling thirsty over desert’s edge to the oasis...
City of Secret Lights
We descended upon the city of secret lights With a hunger for the world in our hearts Chasing the taste of a dream we once had For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
The Dream World Above
Lost in translation somewhere along the way A message for the weary transformed Into a deafening cry of solitude...
The Path to Rapture
A doorway empty and charred awaits Look in and see what you left behind Forgotten on the path to rapture...
Among Their Numbers
Through a crowd his mind walks open And cannot recoil from the humanity it sees...
Talk of Thunderstorms
When the door closed she showed me What was hidden behind her back A handful of fire that lit the walls with shadow And bathed our faces in twilight...
What Defies the Senses
What defies the senses is music to a madman Without a song or a cry to heaven On the edge where lie a thousand broken mirrors Cast away by we who gazed upon the truth...
