The night, the rain, the wind
is all I have left
of you
This search for truth, this winding bend
a road that stretches
with no proof
No god but God
in the mystery
Not a sound but a song
of the histories
No answers but love
in infinity
I walk this world awake
and dream.
The rain used to begin
with a dance, a prayer
a symphony
My mind is a whirlwind
comprehending
the prophecy
Spoken by the broken ones,
the ones who cracked
the spell, the key
is never found by those bound
to fame.
So I wake in the night, to the wind, the rain
my soulmates, acolytes
in this world of flame
And we collide like code words
breaking open in rage
Where the heart and mind align.
Shambala, Allah, Buddah, Mahdi,
come to me in my timeless dreams
come to me under the skin of things
where walk the sullen shadows
glittering like the rain.
