We are the lost who have
climbed hillsides...gathering
innumerable and unnamed
stumbling over sharp rocks
searching for our long shadows.
Tracing darkness with
vagrant fingertips
tasting the disdain of dust
we are long shadows
moaning with open mouths.
climbed hillsides...gathering
innumerable and unnamed
stumbling over sharp rocks
searching for our long shadows.
Tracing darkness with
vagrant fingertips
tasting the disdain of dust
we are long shadows
moaning with open mouths.
Eating bitter food grown
on the wrong side of this moon
our hearts caged in fear
fearing we have been cast off
fearing we have no destination.
on the wrong side of this moon
our hearts caged in fear
fearing we have been cast off
fearing we have no destination.
Sands burning our feet
whipping our unnamed faces
we are long shadows crossing
this dessert longing for
an end to our thirst.
whipping our unnamed faces
we are long shadows crossing
this dessert longing for
an end to our thirst.
We are losing our shadows
entering empty caves
now listening for echoes
now finding wells of memories
innumerable and unnamed.
entering empty caves
now listening for echoes
now finding wells of memories
innumerable and unnamed.