The Cipher Of Being

I watch the silence haunt the shell of time
Where soul divests its reason and its rhyme
The rolling thunder is the self's own cry
A search for light beneath a leaden sky

Our flesh is clay, our breath the surging tide
Like gulls with nowhere left for us to hide
Who stands within the shadow of the soul?
The mirror fractured, never truly whole

The heartbeat pulses with the rhythm section's might
The Ton is driving through the night
Our veins are rivers carved from ancient gold
A story written, yet to be retold

The voice dissolves into the bronze of sound
A cello's moan, where sacred truths are found
We weave the rimes within the loom of fate
To find the key before it's far too late

And the secret is revealed in the hollow of the air
It is not in what we gather, but in what we learn to spare
Life is the atom, the Sun, the single grain
The peace that blossoms in the wake of rain

Hark to the wind, it whispers out your name
The thirst that lingers, the ever-burning flame
We are the echoes of an infinite glow
The perfect verse that only spirits know

Humanity, a breath, a flickering light
The truth is but the cross we bear in sight
Peer deep into the void's unblinking eye
And find the warmth beneath the frozen sky

Just be, the secret is to be