I am the monk in the tower
The world around me revolves
Visions of what could be
Possess and torture me
Breathing
Of primal knowledge
Bathing
In the patterns that it's grown
Finding myself in a strange place
In a body that says I belong
This is life
Cradled in my arms
This is love
Expressing itself to me
Earth below
But my thoughts a shining sea
Near shores of marble temples devoted to its study
I want to live in a house on the river
The flooding would fit my amphibious nature
The lights on the shoreline, from the bridge can be seen
Lanterns that float in faraway dreams
Oh, the parties that I’d throw, the parties I would throw
Everyone would bring everyone they know
The floor is lava
The swamp is frozen
The air is jelly
Your tree is blue
Crouched amidst the ivory herd
Coloured by the shadows cast
Along their statuesque forms
Wandering, glimpsing, driven by alien energies
Can you feel the power?
Can you feel the rising tide?
This power lives in all things
Know it when you feel alive
credits
from The Dream Journal,
released November 18, 2016
Lyrics by Cerulean Skies