Sheets of lightning
and mushrooming clouds
perform their mortal dance
Caves we hide in
form a shroud
of death by circumstance
Children weep
their mothers despair
their fathers
lost to war
A war
where shadows reap
the soul from a lair
of lives he lived before
when he would rest
underneath an awning
of clear, velvet night
His dreams
cradled by the morning
born in her light
And she would show
him how to know
her body bright
And he would rise
to cast his eyes
beyond the apparent
But in what some have since
called virtue
obscuring compromise
would rule
with shallow smiles
that somewhere hurt you
then burrow deep
beneath a sacred
vow of honor
where they would
seed their subtle poison
a timeless doubt
to cast upon her
a veil of sleep
Curtain of steel
strangely unreal
ah, this night is awesome in its scope
And I'm not so sure
that I can endure
without my dream, my prayer, my hope
that I may rest
underneath an awning
of clear, velvet night
My dreams
cradled by the morning
born in her light
That she will show
me how to know
her body bright
That I shall rise
to cast my eyes
beyond the apparent
Dawn will come and veils will part
when this spell is
broken
Suns will clear our ancient heart
and its long
unspoken
memories awoken
that we can rest
underneath an awning
of clear, velvet night
Our dreams
cradled by the morning
born in her light
And she will show
us how to know
her body bright
And as we rise
we cast our eyes
beyond the apparent
