East is where the western heart resides
The sun lips of the desert
Become a deafening child
Parched in the sun
A group of men in time
And journey from afar to
A dawning of a new
Adrift and he will come into the morning
God of distant white
And the teeming lips
Astral shapes are found
Breaking into fragments
Astral shapes
Breaking in fragment's light
Breaking into the night
