Promenade Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone Wipe away endless years Childhood tears as dry as stone From seeds of confusion Illusions dark blossoms have grown Even now in furrows of sorrow The dark still is sown My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past ways And pathways since I was born |
The Sage I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day You and I are yesterdays answers The earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by times rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance And mingle our streams and our times In bright infinite moments Our reasons are lost in our eyes. |
The Curse of Baba Yoga Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone |
The Great Gates Of Kiev Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are (of our) yearning, for life to be. And in pain there will (must) be gain, New Life! Stirring in salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates, In the burning all are (of our) yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death: Death is life. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death: Death is life. |