From Silence To Somewhere

Part 1: Humus - All That Becomes and Perishes

From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago
Built to last.

Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appeare
A web designed so long ago.

The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone white destined rod.

Part 2: Corpus - That No One of Existing Things Doth Perish, But Men In Error Speak Of Their Changes As Destructions And As Deaths

This now, when everything never dies,
Live again
Burst into the scarlet skies
Reshaped, resized.

In this dark hour
I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs
Troubling me.

Cloaked in the veil of light
Clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying
Truth beyond these walls.

Na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na - Nag!
Ham-ma-di!
Na, na, na, na, na, na - Nag!
Na, na, na

In this dark hour
I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs
Troubling me.

Cloaked in the veil of light
Clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying
Truth beyond these walls.

Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appeare.

From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago.

The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone white destined rod.

Epilogue:

Boughs of green, so gently dancing in the wind
Embracing the earth, my death and my birth
By warm winds caressed and enclosed in mirth.

Here I lie, at peace in solitude forever
Until I am stirred
From my nest like a bird
And soar into the world once again.