Dreams of an Amber Moon

In dreams like sailing ships on amber moon,
A midnight bird sings words like skies of flame.
You shimmer in your vails, a wave of stars,
I rush to find my North in loving you.

A midnight bird sings words like skies of flame,
The echoes bank and flow with mesas’ spires.
I rush to find my North in loving you,
With clouded eyes, that fail the night’s release.

The echoes bank and flow with mesas’ spires.
Pray’rs raised in muffled glyphs of ancient tongues,
With clouded eyes, that fail the night’s release,
Forgotten stones of faiths long since dispelled.

Pray’rs raised in muffled glyphs of ancient tongues,
A vision scene’d on scarlet desert grounds.
Forgotten stones of faiths long since dispelled,
Foundation set for holy temple’s site.

A vision scene’d on scarlet desert grounds,
With meditation sought your mystic source.
Foundation set for holy temple’s site,
A shaman’s trace to kama’s lucid truth.

With meditation sought your mystic source,
In dreams like sailing ships on amber moon,
A shaman’s trace to kama’s lucid truth,
You shimmer in your vails, a wave of stars.