the
   serpent    
   casts  
 its
    long  
and      
winding      
shadow              
on my          
soul    
          even      
                  now    
                 it comes  
   between
          my dark                         
          ness                                    
  and                      
         the                    
light

who are you
do you wonder about us
there beyond the stars

silently
the soul of the dragon sails
down the smooth river

if you listen closely
we all sing the same song
the Nameless weaves the melody
and we all sing along

little fish
who thinks that its shallow pond
covers the whole world

wind rising
on the white and waiting sky
I can taste the storm

what happens to the parts of you
that you hide from the light
and what do all your demons do
in that concealing night

kept locked up in a secret place
with scarcely space to play
did you think they would disappear
if you just looked away

do they destroy each other
until only one survives
or join and grow into one being
very much alive

amalgamated madness
with no reason left to run
in your own innermost darkness
where the shadows fall as one

light a fire
and you will see
you are not alone
in this darkness

a field of rubble
I stand alone
looking for trouble
picking up stones

here was a labyrinth
before the fall
I walk through wilderness
where once were walls

statues are fallen
and shackles are broken
glass fills the grass
and the dungeons lie open

I begin slowly
small and alone
to build a new kingdom
stone upon stone

I have gone down
a strange path
where I cannot read the signs

nothing means nothing
it never has been
and some people say
there is no such thing

nothing means nothing
for there are no words
to spell out a sound
that no one has heard

nothing means nothing
the threads are so thin
a hurricane spins
on a butterfly's wing

like sparrows that fall
we all are so small
but nothing means nothing
nothing at all

there is a river
deep as the sea
wild as the moonlight
naked and free

rush in the darkness
quick as a wish
just out of my reach
up here on the bridge

only by imagining
that I am not the sky
may I step back and see it
through these bright and mortal eyes

and I will hold the knowledge
of this beauty to the end
when one day I will close my eyes
and be the sky again