The River

The River

Your voice is a river

Running through my heart

Out beneath the moonlight

This is a night for stars

Cast in ebon velvet

A thunder deep and true

A song that sings of wonder

A wanderer in tune

Bless these hands and guide them

I'm hungry for your touch

Lost in the simplicity

Too fearful of the cost

Raising these dots of skin

At the sight of this reflection

A shadow of this sin

Indulgence and correction

Walk with me unfettered

Against the primal backdrop

Mired in chaos unfathomable

Writhing in the dark

I have no need of self

And so I shed this skin in favor

Of feral desire buried shallow

Below these hollow masks

Against this dissociation

I can only be inadequate

Yet you lift me up and

Never forget me

Flowing from the source of all things

With steady hands and hearts fluttering

Casting off what remains of what was built

Chains of the day destroyed

Your voice is a river

Rapidly coming

And I am restless

For a moment unbound

Bless this hunt I beg

For the meaning in your eyes

I pray for the sun's demise

And the rebirth of tonight

Waking from this slumber

A cavern vast and old

The maw of ancient catacombs

Machines and systems cold

Yet you build for me a fire

Your beauty leaves me with no choice

With this spark I meet your arms and

At last I hear your voice Music has a strange effect on people, sometimes creating a trance-like or even transcendent experience. It's no surprise that religions of almost all types throughout history have used music to induce spiritual experiences. If you listen hard enough nature itself has a rhythm and music all it's own. Cycles of birth, death and rebirth permeate the world around us and love is the thing that binds them together.

(Cover Photo credit: Nico Becker)