She Is Sleeping, He Is Dreaming

She Is Sleeping, He Is Dreaming....

Shadowland

A red sky in the morning, so do good and throw it to the sea.
Uncertainty comes from the past, one must love their weakness to be free.

Shadowland. Leap into the dark. Shadowland. Deep into your heart.

After midnight there is no law after 3 am there is no God.
Love and hate bind you to an endless star.
Your voice is a rope around my heart.

Shadowland. Leap into the dark. Shadowland. Deep into your heart.

Beyond all light, beyond the Seven Stars, beauty and terror beat our hearts.
Shadows can be seen in the light, in the light.

Shadowland. Leap into the dark. Shadowland. Deep into your heart.

What Is To Come

A highway in the wilderness, wayfaring and wandered.
Blood and fire is your desert stream,
Light and shadow is your desert in me.

Within us is the way, what is to come, who's to say.
Love against love, day against day, what is to come.

Shake the dusted land from my feet.
A land where light casts no shadow.
If you want to see, you must close your eyes.
A flickering borderline to the living mind.

Within us is the way, what is to come, who's to say.
Love against love, day against day, what is to come.

Three Snake Leaves

There's a woman, she spoke to me from beyond the sea,
Where black waves and red foam bleed.
She said, "Earthen Man, to see the world from a stranger's eyes,
You must first die a little to let them inside."

As far as the sky is blue.

Truth, truth is a pathless land
Nowhere to tread, nowhere to stand,
Don't bother reaching out, it won't take your hand.

As far as the sky is blue.

Woman, oh woman, everything moves at the mercy of the sea.
Twice more she'll come and then she'll be gone.
Three Snake Leaves will bring her back to me.
Flying two ravens, Thought and Memory.
Eleven Poison Rivers and Nine Misty Worlds
I will cross to take you into my arms.

As far as the sky is blue.

If Leaves Were Tongues

Four and twenty black birds flying in the sky.
Trying to remember if I will see them again and why?
The birds begin to sing to a silvery Sun.
Splayed fingers spill unto the ground to hold us up, and to hold us down.

If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret.
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips.
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out.

All the Gods and Monsters, Man puts them in his pocket.
Nothing told him to do it, and nothing will stop it.
Necks ribboned in red, eyes blinded in black.
Hold my hand as we walk into the place, the place we're not coming back.

If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret.
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips.
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out.

As The Crow Flies

"As the crow flies...", she said.
Straight into your heart with no regret.
"As the love died..", we said.
The change will do us good,
The change will do us quick and clean.
Change.

Flying and diving with death-defying bliss.

Like an ocean she is.
Deep and beautiful and she'll swallow you whole.
Black as the night it is.
The color of creation, and the iris inside your soul.
So you can look into the mirror and see where you came from,
 And where you'll go.
Go.

Flying and diving with death-defying bliss.
s the crow flies...

The Hunter's Moon

In the land beyond the sea,
There is a woman made for me.
Her eyes, her light, I never will deny.
We would meet most every day.
Our love was never put away.
Our blood, our skin, is one hand in hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

My mouth is full of night,
Drawn by six black horses.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.

Together we will take the space between the stars.
In a land beyond the sea, is where we are.

The guiltless are weightless, but they still stumble in the dark.
The King of Death is holding out his hand.

Then she slipped out away from me,
From under the Sycamore tree,
I lie awake and wait for her on the Hunter's Moon.
We'll make love under the Hunter's Moon.

Fire From Stone

Violent joy, sweet unrest.
Everything is flooded from the touch of memory.

Live your animal, wrestle with the dead.
Fire from stone, heart burns head.

Be silent and you will see your madness.
Your life needs the dark, your life needs the light.

Live your animal, wrestle with the dead.
Fire from stone, heart burns head.

Fire...Fire...the death of me is a new life.

Good and Evil, I have you both.
Let it rain, let the wind blow, let the water flow and fire burn.

A Place With No Stars

A place with no stars.
The dark is where things are made.
Man is a bridge, found through the soul of a woman.

Flames of love, a smile of tomorrow.
Beyond the sea of stars and the sorrow.

When you find there is nothing left to believe in,
Lost in the dark with your animal,
If you've ever been burned by the fire of the heart,
Where the dead ashes of reason live.

Flames of love, a smile of tomorrow.
Beyond the sea of stars and the sorrow.

A place with no stars.

The Pale Moonlight

There is no story without the wandering.
When the way is dark, the dark gives into the divine.
She doesn't go into the garden without being over and under him.
Ancient dreams steps into the shadows of our lives.
At midnight the sun is shining in the valley below.
Every man is at least half-wrong.
The heart has its reasons.
Love wants what is furthest and pleasure wants what is close.
The pale moonlight, it follows me as I walk.
In two worlds, Here and There, stretched across the sky.
I pull the stars down.
Reason enough to be unreasonable.
Stumbling in the darkness, the pale moonlight shows me the way...

The Flowers Remain But You Are Gone

I have a lot to learn, but my life is full of wonder.
Secret Sleepers of other worlds taste to remember.
First stars at night, all is entangled.
Your rainbow is yours alone, but the moment we can share.

The flowers remain, but you are gone.

A place with no stars, the dark is where things are made.
A million songs at once sound like an ocean,
With blankets of night, fingers of stars, and you and I.

The flowers remain, but you are gone.