Eden

Never saw a garden free its shadows and its peace
turn from dark to dawn to prison walls at breakneck speeds
To a man, the pathway clouds (we come dancing in the dust)
and who but I, question, do the stars believe in us?
And I knew what we were made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half light poems, black hearts within us
I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half lights, only waking for love
only waking for love
We shook up the martyrs
and out back the sky burned black
and cheap feelings beamed out like rations of sanctuary
Why do we hate ourselves
beneath this curtain of sleep
when all creation cries out,
«Crush the bitter song of this Earthbound feast»
And I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half light, poems and black hearts within us
I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half lights, only waking for love
only waking for love