The Summoning

If anything can speak to me A river cuts through the rocks and we Stand in blissful silence backs to the afternoon I am over soon A certain purpose, fills the lungs Eternal feasting, upon my tongue The sideways dust that fills our footsteps until they disappear You were never here A burning giant, against the day Fingers to the ground, I find my way A parasite that eats up distance until it disappears I was never here To sleep in meadows, and lose the young To taste the autumn, on my tongue Let this be the last assumption and you were never wrong I am over all Misplaced dreams given up forgone Maps are lost and never meant a thing here anyway I covet then the ground, so soft and warm beneath dreams As I cover them the starlight fallen there And I see fires fueled by heavy air Twisted and gone Through the ether and on to home The slip that I'm along Lit up and falling slow Twisted and gone Through the ether and on to home The slip that I'm along Lit up and falling slow Falling towards the atmosphere Just a twist and I'm gone Through the ether and on to home Through the ether and on to home