In a jar of alchemy
The sands of mind washed in from the sea
On a sinking boat
Navigating the tangled thread In a snag at the edge of the bed
A well-worn plot
Written in an aching need
The book with the shining seed
Could not float
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay
I saw myself in shattered mirrors
Each an echo of the others features
But never the same
The pieces hung on to the wall
Held a while before they fall
From the game
But if they could resolve
To flow as they dissolve
My name
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay
I had a dream, beautiful
In a garden there grew
Shining trees
Fruit and vines in the night
The plants shone a strange light
From their leaves
I drew closer to the colored shapes Illuminating the folds of my cape
And my sleeves
And of a sudden heard a sound
Buzzing soft all around
Without a breeze
Flying in the garden where
Flowers touched my hands and hair
Thousands of bees
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay
The sands of mind washed in from the sea
On a sinking boat
Navigating the tangled thread In a snag at the edge of the bed
A well-worn plot
Written in an aching need
The book with the shining seed
Could not float
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay
I saw myself in shattered mirrors
Each an echo of the others features
But never the same
The pieces hung on to the wall
Held a while before they fall
From the game
But if they could resolve
To flow as they dissolve
My name
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay
I had a dream, beautiful
In a garden there grew
Shining trees
Fruit and vines in the night
The plants shone a strange light
From their leaves
I drew closer to the colored shapes Illuminating the folds of my cape
And my sleeves
And of a sudden heard a sound
Buzzing soft all around
Without a breeze
Flying in the garden where
Flowers touched my hands and hair
Thousands of bees
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something
But I forget what it was now anyway It's good of you to stay