Comes here that gracious
love we all must hinder,
with great longing,
to know
This knowing,
This touch of love
It does not linger but haunts us
in our frail night
To shred us with forever's promise
and lay open our deep and sorrowed wounds
Leave me now with my sordid and bitter time
Make haste and cast these demons out
Scatter them to toil amongst the innocent
That without them I may find my draft and sail,
mind held high,
to that drift off another shore
Do you hear?
With my name it wails a longing
It cries a birthplace I've not since known
One neither had
nor spoken
Come, lie with me in this river wide
Where we'll settle in its murky depths
Swept with the dusk
Carried with those shed lives who've passed before.
These are the worlds through which we tumble
as if by raindrop
Grasp we may
our envisioned dreams
Still they are born, love, then set hard to that frail and wondrous task of dying
If ever they chance to dream beyond these selfish and pitiful confines of life's last awakening,
it would tremble danger at our very feet
Lay waste the very core of all our dreaming
never more to wake from mighty slumber
