Be’lakor - The Dream and the Waking lyrics
[Be’lakor - The Dream and the Waking lyrics]
Silent but distant real but not seen
Here but not happening forever has been
Into this absence two had but strayed
Retracing in circles
They surrendered, dismayed
Behind them, darkness ahead, the unknown
So they stood, uninvited
But the roots had grown
An error, a tangent a curious mind
An instant, a lifetime a secret to find
The dream and the waking occurring together
Realizing, then that it mattered not whether
Imagined movements near shimmering webs
The Nightfall descended
To rest by their heads
Their feet planted firmly
'Neath four darting eyes with pupils dilated
They counted the sighs
The dream and the waking occurring together
Realizing, then that it mattered not whether
Imagined movements near shimmering webs
The Nightfall descended
To rest by their heads
Their feet planted firmly
'Neath four darting eyes with pupils dilated
They counted
Their legs fading into a curdling moss
Their lungs slowly filling
With decades of loss
That scent from the forest
Not taking, not giving they knew only this
Not buried, not living
Their stagnating veins now hidden from view
In skin for the willow and bone for the dew
The dream and the waking ending together
Understanding then it had not mattered, ever
Here but not happening forever has been
Into this absence two had but strayed
Retracing in circles
They surrendered, dismayed
Behind them, darkness ahead, the unknown
So they stood, uninvited
But the roots had grown
An error, a tangent a curious mind
An instant, a lifetime a secret to find
The dream and the waking occurring together
Realizing, then that it mattered not whether
Imagined movements near shimmering webs
The Nightfall descended
To rest by their heads
Their feet planted firmly
'Neath four darting eyes with pupils dilated
They counted the sighs
The dream and the waking occurring together
Realizing, then that it mattered not whether
Imagined movements near shimmering webs
The Nightfall descended
To rest by their heads
Their feet planted firmly
'Neath four darting eyes with pupils dilated
They counted
Their legs fading into a curdling moss
Their lungs slowly filling
With decades of loss
That scent from the forest
Not taking, not giving they knew only this
Not buried, not living
Their stagnating veins now hidden from view
In skin for the willow and bone for the dew
The dream and the waking ending together
Understanding then it had not mattered, ever