Silk and satin blended into a matrix of interacting action far past the passion lay languishing in the satisfaction that the language of the laughter should speak of ever after and not the thrashing of the writing on the wall can't you hear Jah call it's like a deep-throated echo in the whisper of a widow shadow darkness speaks like demons let I in speak to I of whispers concentrated sounds concentrating on the way language wraps around the tongue returning to where it first begun to whisper…
And the ghosts of Our seclusion causes Us to question what we seek
As we see a strange delusion in the faces of the people we meet
Reaching for an awareness somewhere far beyond the eastern sky
And I'm not quite sure if I should share this with anyone that passes by
And so I grind the sand and I melt the glass
And I see transparency as the awe full task
Of walking between the sun and the moon
After Alpha and Omega
I know a place where the waters run deep
I and I know a place where the Ancients speak
I think it's a crime not knowing where to stand
Should I feel acquitted in the absence of dry land
Will I walk on water or will I pride fail
Let I whisper be the wind and watch I heart set sail
If you can see I then you know where I stand
If you can touch I then you know who I am…