Visions of the Deep

Chanting and smoking under a cloudless sky
Full eyes of harmony to know reason why
Drum beats echo in the parched wide valley
No words, but rhythmic illusions pass verbally
Sunset casts message beams of orange light
For children to hear and dance with delight
These paradise moments, only in minds of beings
Who touch gods with the purity of no belongings

Rising figures smile at the sight of a circle moon
A gift of magic appearing to the hypnotic tune
As friends gyrate towards a communion caress
The stars bestow pyrotechnic signs, so to bless
For this reuniting of such dreams will awaken
All living, the long dead and the forsaken
Another chance won, to glimpse the hope
And facilitate the world of man with hope

The drums anaesthetise the air for sleep
To keep morning at bay and visions of the deep

©2005 Hey Hey