When dark is the cloud my head still in the Savannah sleeps
My heart like a native drum beats to the rhythm of the hours
The great hours flow like one dark river
My eyes in the heavens tell me secrets of the past
My ancient past and ancient feelings
A sick pale like moonlight on the cold leaves
My mind escapes like a wild animal into the grass
My mind with it's own heart racing
It's own drum beating quick to the quick animal breaths
In panic through the tombstone streets lit with souls
Strange dark of ancient days
The pounding drum in my every step
Lighter than the midnight air
And I took to the sky and flew away
Dancing madly through my dreams
Wicked dreams that go unpunished
Vile dreams slipped away into the bottomless chasm of night
My heart sank like a stone into that dark
And I was found panting
Out of breath
Marooned on dawn's naked shores