Return

Return
I have travelled alone to be here.
And now, underneath the faltering clear.
I dream seamless perpetual night.
So deep, aching for the dawn to arrive.
It's coming, it coming,
It's come, and I feel I'm close to something divine.

Something eternal and pure
Divine
Nothing that I've seen before.
It feels like I'm falling, and forever is a long way down.
Yet slowly spilling like river flow at the mouth of the shore.
If we run into tomorrow,
It would be the highest low;
It's as far as we go.
But we die together,
We live believing the light returns,
And we'll never be whole until then.
We're closer, we're closer,
We're close, and I feel we're touching something divine.
Something eternal and pure
Divine
Nothing that I've seen before.