Leaf Cay

Over the sanctum folding in suppression
Molding the depression for the question
One binding the mind whilst finding
Malice in the thoughts of an old impression
Ochre in the riding quarrels eclipsed by illusions
May comes in the April shadows of a spring session

Destined by the solstice of the midnight ships
Holding the sun as the tapestry rips
And the trips of all the moonlit guidance
Revolts in quaking violence to seasons of light
Mills of dawn hear the song as the funnel spins
As the sin of man sounds and the chorus begins

Kings reaching for the waters of holy seas
And the cloaks have vanished in a grey lit wood
Rings and staffs in the gleams of the scepter
Merge with the voices of all that is good
And the gods looked to the sinking hood

Once as we were bound to the words
Manifesting and relayed by the spirit birds
Only to find the visions passing by
More for the meanings of the lie
Om dharma karma om
Must they repeat forever more