If there is ever one day that the stars will align in their disarray
I'll cry, hope, and whisper to the ground beneath me
To take me under, six feet deep
This is the dreaming hour
The time when they are out
The sweeping voices of river sheets
And the creaking of the tree towers
Floors of forests call beneath
The leaves and pictures like pacing feet
Stuck between the lines
In my dank dark hole
I flicker the fingers
Like a flame growing cold
This warm embrace the air supplies
Is a remedy I've learned to escape
my mind
This world is a dream
Stuck in the seams
Bursting into oblivion
Into hell fire
I am ice
Eyes like tumbleweed
Staring away into this world you can't see
Muddy waters and dandelions
This mountain is old
And I can hear his wisdom