So I listen every night
As you softly breath
Your body slowly lifting
Like the waves upon the sea
And from the wells of my longing
I try to draw you near
To the depths of my thirst
Your waters deep and clear
And I want to be that sun
And I want to be that rain
But how to get that close
To your beauty, and your pain?
The Revelation (A Broken Man)
Nothing and no one knows my name
And nobody else feels the same
The time of revelation is near at hand
What you see before you is a broken man
A life of cruel iniquities, a life of sin
Didn't know where to finish, or begin
A foolish waste, a bitter clown
There was no way to go but down
I am a man who never reckoned on fate
A broken mirror, a wiped clean slate
Bring me a bottle or an angel's gown
I am a man who's broken down
This sister sorrow I daily weep
My wasted crop I daily reap
There is no sorrow goes this deep
Were it not for such things than I could sleep
Oh, bitter pill that I must take
Through hopeless fortune, the great mistake
There is no water can wash me clean
There is no saviour that I have seen
Oh, take me down, down below
By the rushing waters, by the watchfire's glow
A bitter pill, an empty hand
One can't hide forever in this desert land
Take up my burden, take up my sin
Till at last I'm safely cradled in
Then bury my body where the crosses lay
Or leave me broken in a prisoner's grave
Nothing and no one knows my name
And nobody else feels the same
The time of revelation is near at hand
What you see before you is a broken man
Came Ages Within Ages
Came ages within ages
When the serpant lays down with the bird
When the morning and the night
Find rest together on the horizon
And occupy a middle ground
Between dirt and sky
Here is where the man lays down with the woman
And the woman lays down with the man
Where children gain the wisdom of elders
And elders become as little children
Here is where the cool waters flow
And where feathers hold the air longest
And where like fish in a net
The moonlight glistens
Now, no more hoplessness to reign
Where mad Kings have their way
Now clouds are just clouds
And rain is just rain
And music is a sound
Alive on every tongue
Now the lion and the gazelle
Have lain down in mutual repose
As we feast together on yesterday's ghost
And as we wait for Him to come to us
Shining through the door
The End
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