The grey and then the earth,
The rain that pours
I feel the candle flames
And the cold breath of death
Just a longing for the past
And a distance from the future
Only those can hear my words
And know that an old man comes
From down the road
He makes his way
To my soul
He climbs from his clouds
He makes no gestures
Makes no words
Silent and watchful
He disguises his face in a strange sadness
In raging pulses as storms
Yet this spirit kindles a flame
It’s hard to comprehend
Secret wise and competent
Masterful yet in darkest lands
Do you know the riddle
Of my heart
To long to die
Yet to sing with grateful passion
For the light of day
For the rest of my time alive
I stand between the worlds
And I become a blackbird in the sky