deeper than bones

in the tomb of my memories
i’m trapped with uncertainty

still i follow stability
down a road of magic

under a crescent moon, the same
as where the crucifixion has taken place

the november winds pull at the chimes
a watch ticks into my ear

we’ve slowed its passing
into the night

i hold time in the palm of my hands
like drowning i guess

i reach out across the veil
in dreams you return to us

alive and welcomed back home
change makes its way into my heart

we have no other names for the dead
it is enough to make a case for being seen

to bring forth wanting from despair
if i could make a promise

it would be to keep the patterns
that move me closer to eden

to see the divine in dreams
dive right into the unknown bliss