The dead they speak to me,
In dreams full of burning things.
Voices of ash and spark
Glowing in the dark night
Like embers, like fireflies.
Pushing against the midnight sky

I am the future, I am the dream -
I tell men of impossible things,
The future glimpsed but not truly seen.
I am the changes not yet wrought
But sure to come to pass
I know what the unconscious mind knows

My body is built of stars and spark
The night sky stretched taunt across celestial bones
I am an island, for I am no man -
Like a quail into the sea I am
Crocodile's tears have fallen from these eyes
And my tears are burning hot
The making of stars

The storm comes at midnight,
Nocturnal thunder booming in the skies
The arcs of lighting light the darkest night
Sand becomes glass beneath the nests
A plant's last dance

The air pressure shifts, grows heavy
Intense - like storm clouds
Brewing on the horizon
Swift as a sudden downpour in the Sea
A force of nature unrestrained
The world shakes

An abyss so dark and deep
I cannot sleep - to seek, to dream
Once more, the earth shakes
The world quakes
And I follow the fireflies
Trailing thunder
Once the night grows still

I am the night,
The darkness so deep
The azure abyss in which gold sleeps
Primordial - eternal
As old as the universe -
Older even than light

Borne of chaos
Tumultuous and free
A glorious happening
Truly a song so high and sweet
There are very many borne of me
Legacies alive in the dark

But there are still rules to be
I have told you over again, and again still
Written in the flights of birds
And twisting entrails
The absence of a heart
Disregard me
And your grave will come