Slow down and feel the movement,
tremors through a crowd of waiting faces
all breathing together the fumes of ritual fire...
There was no bullet through the night...
Give in to the whispered magic spell
and sleep among the willows here...
The world was satin on that day
stitched to me by windspun thread
all the skies billowing on gentle winds...
I’ve come to the moon-white edge of truth
washed ashore out of the great waters
which carried you on gentle waves through a fever dream...
Away from the night of spice winds we crawl
following the windwalkers through sunless lands...
Maybe we’ll dream of a world together,
in sleep of unending solitude,
of a day when the morning sun awakens us...
Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds
Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps
Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin...
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Somewhere along this way was a reason for going
A vision we chased down the path into darkness
Or a dream of what we would find
On a blind foray into seething wilderness...
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...
There was clay in the ground I clawed through
Pulling myself back to the surface
To sit in a rainstorm I longed for years to feel again
And I began to shape the clay...
This is the crossroads of a million worlds
A place to rest at the end of all paths
In a living ocean of thoughts and dreams
Look up and see where the world ends
Out of reach, the edge hovering always above
Pressing down on fears of the beyond
Grinding to dust all dream of escape—
The lights in the trees hang higher now
Soft thrills glow warmly within
A song of the night approaching slow
Cosmic footsteps unsure of what lies ahead
I could listen to your lies forever
Give me no glimpse of the truth
Shroud me in your black curtains
Until words have no meaning