Have a drink and make an end to the pilgrimage
Across the heated desert lustrous sand
Runs thought among finsers ( your ) and one
Of your senses talizs to a beautifull flover
Blood on your eye - lids has alredy got dry
And I don't wanna frighten dreams
As you are coming in to darkness
You'll never see the midday sun every
Morning feeds your soul vain hope that
Tomorrow ...
Until one day you'll get to where shadows
Experrienced the truth and consecration
Doesn't belong there than you'll
Recognize what ? Sorry I don't know