Departure - Crystal Stilts

I discern a subtle stream

Converging in the quiet

Just behind the silence

My mind has slipped inside it I can feel a past being fed me A second hand future’s misled me Second hand futures misled me I feel a fate being fed me To devour my memories

In a single sitting

Seems the only means

The only means befitting

A reunion with my beloved

A reunion with the sun

A reunion with the stars

A reunion with the sun

Though I know

Endless dawn awaits

Still I rotate at the gate

To watch my life escape

Never turning as it runs

My reunion with the sun

Never turning as it runs

I discern a subtle stream

Converging in the quiet

Just behind the silence

My mind has slipped inside it