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