Though I've called your name a thousand times
My words are blown back into my face
The wind makes my skin harder still
[The clouds race by over-head]
And I fight to remain standing,
The signs of endless journeys
Show in my weakened stance
I wish for the ground to open
I have been around the world and back
I have re-lived every memory,
Re-dreamt every dream and felt every touch [again]
Still the clouds will race,
The wind will cut and soon I shall fall
The dust will form a mound that shall be my tomb
Never to be whetted by the tears of mourning
[Because I was lost long ago
In a colder world and lost you forever]
Still the clouds will race,
The wind will cut and soon I shall fall
[I believe that each man craves
The soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
Authors and poets of the world have immortalised
Through the written and spoken word
I believe that each man wishes to harness
The power of the burning sun
And rejuvenate the soul that,
For many of us, lies dead
I too have travelled these paths
And found that most lead only to a bare world]
