I’m floating where the sun shines cold
clinging to a face;
on pale breeze comes a song of old,
echoing through this lonely space.
It draws me round to darkness
but caresses with such love
the stars seem hung in brightness
calling light and fire above.
Now nothing sensed is quite at ease
beneath my windswept skin;
but if you hush and close your eyes
you’re welcome to float in.
You’ll realise just on entering
that heaven’s in the eyes,
and all is silent way up here-
forever is in the skies.
You fly and fall
upon the call
of something way beyond;
answer her and quickly find
the cunning in Gods song.
Don’t be pulled in
your wings will break,
you’ll hurtle to the floor.
But the songs you hear so bitter sweet
will last for ever more.
Mad new world 