Drag it on
the dull current puts us
to sleep
the gentle shaking
of the ancient bed
Under the
blanket of our dreams
we wander in the mist
through the trees
and groves
through the eternal forest
Between the lines we
walk
greenish haze of joyous living
we live the mystery and
madness
we live the crippling pain of breathing
What are we
speaking
but our own lost language
we are blind to love and
light
we can't hear the giants call
Oblivious to never
ending joy
forsaken in the deathly hole
fighting through the
web
we manufacture love
The gates call us
they speak our
own
whispers in the darkness
whispers in the wind