All secret men
Holding on to sand
Wartorn and crass
Everything but past the eyes
And I, coming closer I
Holding to your mind
All that you divine
Was I ever
Crucified
Horses of earth
Sweet black wine
I’m asleep
I must be
Oh take me as I am
Oh darling of red emeralds
Oh fingers in the trees
Oh waiting for melodies
When you say to the world I am
When you say to the world I
All I see
In the dark
Your warm hands
Holding on to me
When the serpent speaks
Do you think you’ll think
All of the soft and subtle ones
I can see right through
