Gnostalgia

Faintly as the shadows
Of evening gently fall
Across the fields and meadows
A raven sounds its call

Carried by a current
Of pain and memory
Across the seas of slumber
Its calling reaches me

And i must follow
This voice of longing
Past fields of sorrow
And no tomorrow

Wrapped in shades of nightfall
The stars will light my path
Forever flying homewards
On wings of broken song

And if their light should flicker
The voice will carry on
As echoes in a quiet land
Where spirits may go strong

I lift the veil of ashes
To find a road to heaven
And in blindness find my sight
I drink the silence of light

And when this cup is empty
The sky will burts upon us
And its waters wash away
All but our sky-bound way