When I Stare Into The Night

Sometimes,

when I stare into the night

 on a quiet piece of turf

 as my restless mind will turn

when the branches of the trees

 seem to understand

 as they shake and wave before my eyes

 

  I start to feel it Rise....

Sometimes,

when I stare into the night

 uncertain of my road

when the biting, jagged jaws have loosened

 and I soak in the quiet cool

 after long days of hostile, fuming noons

I start to feel it Rise.

Sometimes,

when I stare into the night

 after the clash of swords and stones

 when the blood that breathes gets heavy

 and my King struggles to reach his throne

I start to feel it Rise...

Sometimes,

when I stare into the night 

 long shadows old and wide

 they begin to lengthen 

to try and conquer minds,

little do they know of the secret I hold inside.

When defeat drags me through the waste lands

and the threat of life is High

I start to feel it Rise....

Sometimes,

when I stare into the night

after all the snagging, snubbing scorn is gone

when the hounds of hell have silenced 

and the demons cease their song

I crawl into the quiet 

to listen for my dawn

and

I start to feel it Rise....

It blooms above the darkness

It burns away the bruises

It smooths my ragged stones

It lifts me out of prison

and softly calls me Home.

I often think of its Deliverance

and what kind spirit it does have

to compare this love to sizes

but there isn't one that is has.

It encompasses all of life

and gently helps me rise

back to Lotus-land.

When I stare into your eyes

and the small hours intensify

when the clash of swords and stones have ended

and my King has finally reached His Throne

I slip into a peaceful sleep you see

 not knowing where I'll roam.