ECHOES

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves.
The echoes of a tide comes willowing across the sand,
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one showed us to the land,
And no one knows the wheres or whys,
And something stares and something tries,
And starts to climb towards the land.

Strangers passing in the street,
By chance to seperate glances meet.
And I am you and what I see is me.

And do I take you by the hand,
And lead you through the land,
And help me understand the best I can.

And no one calls us to the void,
And no one forces down our eyes,
And no one tries,
And no one flies around the sun.

Darkness fills the day upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall comes streaming in on sunlight wings,
A million bright ambassadors or mourning.

And no one sings me lullabies,
And no one makes me close my eyes,
And so I through the windows wide,
And call to you across the sky.