On the Dry Lake

Wound on On the silence night Your eyes closed The tide of breath exhales On the silence night It creeps in Dissolve the hours Appease the nausea of time Through all your pores Who cradle the dead and their dreams The breakers of your bones The lake has dried up There she said Drained by the dust of blood She lives, in dark home Drained by the shade of sun It's gone This dream It's gone And I I'm wandering here As I wander in your dreams There she said Drained by the dust of blood She lives, in dark home Drained by the shade of sun It's gone This dream It's gone And I I'm wandering here As I wander in your dreams On the embers, the blackened kettle vibrates I doze and dream again, you approach You approach Your face bends gently on your shoulder And you speak Tell me Will you come? Will you always come back? And From From the depths of night Over there In the horizon A rust Rustling sound A dull A dull wave motion There she said Drained by the dust of blood She lives, in dark home Drained by the shade of sun It's gone This dream It's gone And I I'm wandering here As I wander in your dreams