From the shadows where I’ve been In the heart of apathy Behind the blindfold of fatigue I stand asking, But I cannot hear: What is it that I need? To my knees I fall But even tears do not come to these – Dull eyes. I am sunken in the devil's ship Away from all excitement; Far from gratitude. And the stars who ebb behind the clouds And the fish beneath the sea, Hum quietly in their muffled way Calling out to me. But these ears are blocked with pain and knowing, This heart floo

Do you hear me trees? Do you remember my name? Do you recall how we sat together And it was the world that you explained? Now I see callous mouths Come to instruct you gone And the butterflies that watched us Are singing a new funeral song. Soft light that held us Will you come and hold me still? Alone in a gold world That once with emerald was full. Let me seek solace in memories of branches I knew. Do you think of me trees? I’m always thinking of you.

It is a time to wake in a new way  In the surrounds of the dark In the memory of death  In the momentary out-of-body experience That carries us everywhere, and nowhere

That we must wait in this season of stillness.  Where really nothing is still at all

- and the sky answers with no wish, but for the voice to feel itself.

Over the threaded ocean  And beneath the beams of time  The silken foam of fear  And the washing idol depressions Desist Just for a...