AQAURIUS RESURFACES

They say that inside every man
There exists a strand of grace
Tied up in the stars above
In the outer rings of space

Every time an old star dies
We can feel it here
In the stillness after summer storms
When the dark clouds disappear

When all the birds grow silent
And the sky grows gold and clear
Lifting up, the storm moves on
To start again somewhere

Have you seen the sun approach
How the blackbird greets the dawn
Spiraling on the southern breeze
She cares not where she'll land

Have you seen the easy way
Her black wings catch the sky
Just by knowing who she is
She knows how to fly

I have seen the passionflower
Opening up at night
It looks just like a far off angel
Opening up her eyes

Every time a strand is cut
We can feel it here
The white birds gather by the coast
The silver star appears

The anemone in the steel blue sea
Cannot conceive of the sun
Everything that she has seen
Is all there ever was

The birds have all grown silent
The storm starts out again
The gods, they cut the strands away
From high above, they hang

Capricorn is moving on
Like a thorn, in my side, she sticks
Aquarius resurfaces
Coming up to take a breath

The tree is branching out again
The sky lays bear her roots
Across the ocean, down the dunes
Green heaven's spiraling shoots

Playing off the pale moonlight
The silver star descends
All the world looks to the north
And offers up their hands

They wake from the collective dream
The sand still wet upon their feet
All the world in lucid sleep
Dreaming of the day they can fly.