Second Sleep

Gold and red colours embracing the horizon
Countless plains of beauty unmached
Sights beautiful and terrifying
Along with the threat of the night
A world that seems so unreal
Fear and awe in this desert land
And an old station that trains never come, never come

And there, a figure among the ruins
Approaching from afar, with a vague smile
Like she's been born with the eventide
Filling the area like a primrose redolence
Knowing the place with an ancient reverence
Like a spiriting rush of an intergalactic rain
She talks to me of time and soul in this unworldly domain

And we talk, to the end of time
Of an unending time
And we fall, in our seas
To one another
We ride with the night
And rise with the light
In ascension, as the moon and sun engage
Reflecting on our every phrase
Reflecting on each other's face
Combining as our souls embrace

And we flow, we flow
And seize the world

Waking feels like a lifetime
Life feels like a waking