Out to Sea
From the sand below
Hatchling young
Naught do they know
That were it not
For the people there
Great birds would swoop
Borne on the air
And take those hatchlings
To cliff-made nests
To feed their young
And in storm to rest
No, they can not
And will not know
The people there
Of Mrn below
Those white washed cliffs
Protect those young
For love of one
Who's yet to come

Rise and fall
Ebb and flow
As tide does come
And tide does go
Raise on up
And settle down low
These are the things
That we do know

Part of this machine
That keeps on spinning
Beneath a sun
That's ever dimming

And I
Know that it won't end

With my senseless hope
And unearned pride
I work to make
These hands of mine

Something
I could believe in

But I know
I can't go on forever
Turning dials
And pulling levers

There has
To be something more

So until these hands
Of mine break away
I'll pray to God 
To see better days

And that
I might see you again

The Lord my angel to send

Do I know you?
Hmm, perhaps yes...
In a waking dream
Held long ago
Before circumstances
Twisted our fate
Yes I do get the sense
You and I have met
Somewhere somehow
In the vastness
Of an empty cosmos
One that does not even feign
To be populated at all
My memories I hope
Will return to me
Before the end
So that I might know you
As I once did

Blow west wind for you I know
From you, I come and with you, I go
Carry seeds in the east to sow
And bring them home to you

Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow

I sit here at the end of time
No, perhaps even after

A red sun rises
As well as sets
On a world stiff with age

None have been seen
That were sent out
In distant eons past

And it is likely
They share not return
To this long doomed place

Indeed they shall not
For the void calls them
Dark and cool

That they might think in silence
Uninterrupted
By the waking young
Or dying old

Alas, all light will perish
Soon and ever more

Then all will know but slumber
As the gods they did before