there was never a melody I listened to
beside the beating of this lonely heart
trembling through the darkness I go to
whispers from winds about to depart
I seek to the sky knowing not who I am,
the reflection of pools in the heat of sun
that face staring, o I know not who I am
these gifts of night, when flowers glisten
What does it all mean? is anything more?
I know not where this mind comes from
the easy silver of lights before my shore
has the creator left us in this spectrum?
I seek to the wind knowing not who I am
the feeble air that fills my being through
It holds every single thing, even the lamb
the barren boughs that one day just grew
slowly dawning is my time, a sailing moon
I continue breathing, led by a heart-beat
daring to find self in the gloom, and noon
in Amsterdam snowflakes and African heat
I seek to the earth knowing not who I am,
reality or dream, I know not the difference
the rage of wind at my door, when I slam
what does it all mean? this cruel existence.