So you ask for words, Something to provoke and inspire
For images that smoke and burn.
You search for a Muse to light you one fire,
So that you again may rise, transfigured and fresh from the ashes.
You want something beyond the patterns and rhythms we have been lulled asleep to.
You, like I, are in a searching and questioning,
Feeling through the Fog,
Somewhere there is a melody playing
The sweetest sound ears have heard
And we keep moving towards this vibration
Finger tips for eyes
Not another soul for miles
But we follow that sound
Humming as we stagger.