God exhaled his life breath forming
Whirlwinds, particles of dust
swirling through the garden thus
Quick as that wind passed dust settles
There is my life, what it’s worth
dust to dust, I am but earth, I sing to thee
Behold this hourglass is man
standing still, yet shifting sand
and look my friends… it moves to its own end
Life does not cease in the body
it grows, it will not be contained
expanding to a higher plane
Forms, they lie in silence rotting
like cloaks of flesh that once we wore
and yours was one I so adored
I fancied thee
I’ll not forget your hair like serpents strewn
your haunted eyes like winter moons
unfolding me... I can no longer sleep.
Here, within my holy circle,
surrounded by a candle cage
I’m summoning the mystic sage
Come to me oh lord of knowing
I beg of thee oh please reveal
what lies beyond the cosmic veil,
I beg of thee
Will my love return to me
and lie beneath my canopy
I pray to thee, oh lift the veil that I might see.
Peering through my magic crystal
a deiform appears to me
with love beyond mortality
Draped in violets and thistles
My teraphim of many eyes
oh take from me my mortal guise
that we might fly, onto the other side of life.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth