Black sand shivers

Dog star glimmers

Sapphire silence

Subtle violence

The Saracens in flight

Lamps are burning

Sacred yearning

For the ending of the light

Bones are dancing turning engines

(Crystalline machinery)

Of the rite

The Saracens in flight

False so called is all this wisdom

True it never was a thing

Here beneath the ruined kingdom

Lay the bones of scarlet king

The Saracens in flight

For the aeon is upon us

At the crossroads

Of Lemuria and Kyuss

Rise o sleeprs from abodes

Join the chorus

Of the hawk-wind

Screeching cross this seabed dry

The Saracens in flight

Restored flesh

Infused with spirit

Fresh like dew

Without limit

Sands they drew

From the beginning

Set the leaning

Hour glass aright

The Saracens in flight

I’m waiting by myself

Waiting on the shelf

Listening

Listing

All of my days

All that’s held my gaze

Watching

Waiting

I’m waiting by myself

Waiting on the shelf

Reading

All the books you wrote

I hope you take note

As

I’m waiting by myself

Waiting on the shelf

Turning

Can you guess my name

While…

I’m waiting by myself

Waiting on the Shelf

I was here before you came

Can you guess my name

Why?

I’m waiting by myself?

Waiting on the shelf?

If you have a lime…

And you have a rhyme…

As

I’m waiting by myself waiting on the shelf

Maybe you can guess

Before the days grow less

What’s sitting on the shelf

Watching

Waiting