Bide deep

Cold is the wind on this dusty soil,
Cold is the wind on these restless waves,
I pray for the end of these empty days,
Where all shall sleep, where all shall toil.

Deep beneath the flesh of land
Nought can change but by god's hand
Sleeping within the core of the earth
of us
Is a fire, is a whisper, is a blazing moil
In the fire, is a whisper, is a blazing moil

The caprice of the sea is hers alone to govern
And below, the subtle earth upholds
A wave as tall as a man's dead dreams
Is the bone of a fish dropping, endless deep
Slumbers a faint wishing, endless deep

Cold is the earth underneath the feet
Rain turns to ice running through chilled hands
Far from the places that were yet known
Trepidation in that feeble groan,
As in this prison, as is all own,
A wandering being trapped in its bone.

So find a part of you that hides
Deep and breathing with the tides
Release the sorrow of that bond
Mistaken for that which you have longed

The core of the world is wrapped in frost
A testament to what lies Lost.

But deep in the earth is a cavern slow
Far from where mortal winds do blow
Deeper than oceans and deeper than stone
Slumbers the deep one, who dwells alone
Twice of mind and with quickened heart
The skin of the earth so shall they part
This shell, like an egg
Into the sea
All shall be bliss with the breaker free
All of this a sacrament
into the sea