New Light
Tony Dekker
The sound of breathing
The silence intense
The hearts are pounding
Endlessly here
The wind tumbling steadily
Trated between us
It becomes a wild
And powerful strenght
New light
You took my wind
And gave me your wind
It passes between us
Insvisible, pure
The patterns in motion
The birds in their forms
The horizon is only
A point on the map
New light
The holy head dressed
With feathers and howling
The mother protects
The young and the worn
The clouded dusk drops
The burning sun cracks
The natural world
Reivents itself
And turning the wheel
The iron fears crying
The walls moan and sing
As they shift in the wind
The night is a player
That beckons the dawn
Hopeful and patient
For new light to come
New light