APPROACHING THE DESERT

I was a lost soul
Asleep on the dry earth
Approaching the desert
My cold bones beneath

I drank of the poison
Enough to reach heaven
Bound by my own rope
And pulled down beneath

I went underground
To sleep with the flowers
To escape the cold winter
And wait for the spring

Under the dirt
The roots look like branches
With no sun to reach for
And freedom to sink

Inside my tomb
I had visions of angels
The fiery eyes
That a madman can see

I sank in my footprints
In the city of ashes
With the rats in the tunnels
I crawled on my knees

I let go of my soul
When I was asleep
While a thousand hands
Reached to bury me

I let go of my soul
And fell to my knees
With no sun to reach for
And freedom to sink

From under the dirt
I reached for the temple
The angels ascended
The slippery ladder

I return with the flowers
With the storms and the thunder
I surrender my exile
And plead for the sun

Where the hard rain falls
The earth is made fertile
'Neath the cold bones of hell
I reached for the sun.