Quiet Before The Storm

Far into the woods, I heard the calls
Passageways of rain and drought in the rings
Flashes of light, mighty granite
Incapable then fixed, hollow and a shelter too

Quiet before the storm
The quiet before the storm
I turn a thought toward the void
The quiet before the storm

I called out, and it called back, assuring that it was there
Echoes of identity, endlessly
Trees to rock, and rock to trees, and where it followed
Deep within the undergrowth, eyes blazing out

Quiet before the storm
The quiet before the storm
I turn a thought toward the void
The quiet before the storm

Steady sun begins again, heavy, ripe, red and full
Slow explosions, all directions, everything in blur
Nothing matters, nobody speaks, and nobody answers to a name
Nothing strikes as wholly as the silence does, with perfect aim

Quiet before the storm
The quiet before the storm
I turn a thought toward the void
The quiet before the storm

Quiet before the storm
The quiet before the storm
I turn a thought toward the void
The quiet before the storm