I am the might before the swordThe tremors in the spear shaftI craft my ways from blazes of firestormsAbsorb the failings of deadened endsTo render the floors I dance uponI am the spaces between applauseThe roars of hearts running through Heavens halls

I breathe the forms of light and silenceStall the course of cosmic riotsI am the glory of the giants Manaslu / SagarmathaWatch men of the Asian plainsThey yield my nameMade famous through the criesOf albatross flocks enflamed in Pacific fires

I am dressed in the spray of Nevada dunesClothed in the shadows of Sahara cavesI am the light of lunar flames fleshing the rains of AmazoniaI paint the trains of Antarctic questsRelease dominion to desert Panthera

I authorise the remains of Aztec and IncaThat bloom through the visions of mountain tribesI ride the skylines breathe the signs Ignite the paths of astronomys eyesI am the unheard heard in the storms that burn on my wordsI am the yearned forI am the Word

I emerge deciduous from the wetlands of your criesRise through the moments you wakeI bring the dawns that shake the fevers from your remembranceI am hereI am imminent

I am he who crosses the plains through which you strayedDiscover the parts extinction searedI dust away the dried remains of tearsI drain the lakes of your regretsI wet the wellstill the soilPlacate the toilquell the ragesSew the broken pagesWith my belief in you

I bring the you you have never quite metI am the desire that keeps your pillow wetI am the heart beat you seek when you chase after dreamsIn the reachings and sighs you are looking for me

In the body touching bodyIt is me you seekIn the groans and the longingsIt is me you seekIn the yearning dreamIn the need to be seenIn the love me love meIt is me you seekIn the breath, drop wondersIn the gasping hungerIn the touch of a strangerThat makes you feel youngerIn the books and the fablesIn the this is me labelsIn the is this me?Is this me?In the hear me, hear me,Say my nameIn the touch me, need me, find me, need meIn the aching painIn the loveIn the musicIn the beatsAnd the tasteIn the heatIn the needAnd the needFor embraceIn the colourIn the gazeIn the meaningThe desireIn the flameOf the voiceAnd the spiritOf the fire

When you cry for more my name you weepI am he who waits for you to reachI reach for you and waitWhen you lie half broken and awakeI am the watch man of your sleepI wait and wait til the shakings cease

I am the Truth they call releaseWhen the darkness flares and starts to speakI sculpt the shades of daybreakIt is me you seek