In the twilight hour clouds obscure the bleeding light As they bear the body of the sun To lay at rest in the earth
Lay a shade on my eyes, On the corners where mysteries are born Let me search the distant stars for what is left of my ruin Inhaling the stillness, I make silence my temple And place an offering of grief A communion with the soul
In the shadows I wander A solitary man, fearing not the hidden But searching In this harsh world of deception, I will stand up once more And find within myself the strength to stumble again