Rod Of Measure

 I’ve a longing in my soul for you
I’ve dreamed of sacred union
I’ve danced along the edges
Of my mind where you were standing
And I wish to see the emptiness
The screen upon which dreams are born
Where every empty thought gives form
And where my aching heart is torn

My love for you is sworn to secrecy
Is sworn to secrecy, is sworn to secret
And my aching heart is but a phantom pain
Of a self, in vain, I thought existed

I’ve rested in the nothingness
Where ache is just a riddle
And the answer lies in ideas of
Ideals of perfect balance
I have stood upon their scales
I’ve held the rod of measure
With the increments that came
From the space between my fingers

But my love for you is sworn to secrecy
Is sworn to secrecy, is sworn to secret
My aching heart is but a phantom pain
Of a self, in vain, I thought existed

I still don’t have the answer
To the questions we were asking
Like who gave birth to the Goddess
And what is the cause behind the causes
Of the pleasures of this body
Of the muses of the heart
Of the tears we were crying
On the nights that we made art
And the sounds of angels singing
In an uproar of devotion
In a prayer of liberation
For the souls who stay in motion
On the path of incarnation
To heal the heart of longing
While speaking incantations
Of a love that stays in hiding

My love for you is sworn to secrecy
Is sworn to secrecy, is sworn to secret
My aching heart is but a phantom pain
Of a self, in vain, I thought existed
My love for you is sworn to secrecy
It is sworn, it is sworn
And my aching heart is just a phantom pain
Of a self in vain I thought, I thought
It was a thought, it was I though I thought existed
It was a thought, It was a thought I thought existed
It was a thought, It was a thought I thought existed
Was it a thought, was it a thought I thought existed?