Your heart is a rock Beyond all the fickle tides And when the moon pulls the waves… And your lashing bites my sand I lay still, for I know your true…

On a golden someday When new gods walk upon the sand o… I will know a peace beyond laughte… And haloed in the halls of Atlant… I will see you again

Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…

To the lies that tore down my life Thank you, for you have crucified… And the pain that hangs me here, i… I never knew I had And the death of all I was, it wa…

What a strange pain this is When the cause and the cure are on… Just out of reach, set by choices… And I feel incarcerated by circum… Are held tight by the jailer of ti…

They say every sunrise comes again and the mandarin blossoms of the A… But in the marsian haze of this sa… all I seem to see are the red shad… and the echoes of a laugh made dis…

In the first ringing of shock, in… As we shake and blink and try to u… There is no hand to pull us throug… and the same scream that brought u… Faith, pure as molten lava

There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back

I been kickin around and around, w… In the dirt, just the devil and me… Rain and the pain, making circles… Drain where my brain used to be With my heart in a box full of bro…

Leopard in a snow white dress, you… Soft as a lotus petal and strong a… The way the sand moves, and the mo… These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that sha…

She laughs in flowers and when I am weary, I think of t… And the sun comes back There is a depth in her raven eyes that makes the ocean seem shallow

Now in the echoes of memory It tastes even sweeter still That familiar glow Like the embers of next morning That catch and leap into flame

Seven abominations, the ages of ma… Seven altars, where the angels sta… Seven assistants, of the bears and… Seven blessings in silent words Seven bowls, for the breath of nig…

In the smaller hours In those times of unspeakable doub… Look East and see the faint splas… Of mango and sand, soft as a web And strong as a child’s shout