Let the wild ones lead us into glory
on stormcloud rivers in the sky that speak with thunder
of the floodplains feeding from their currents...
A masterpiece of light painted over this soundscape
burned into the blackness that rose to cover me
when the veil pulled back and I reached into the abyss...
Veins filled with holy fire
A light with no creation come alive with the sacrifice
To walk the world it dreamed in childhood
Where are the voices who promised response in the night?