When the zephyrs pulse the sails I feel the tiller in my fingers,
Feluccas dancing, flirting on the swollen Nile,
Slowly touch the distance the meniscus of horizons a shimmering mirage
across the desert sands.
I follow silken threads in coral caves in soft suspension,
Blades of torches scything through the stagnant gloom,
Life's breath escapes like mercury, swarming to the ceiling
Silver serpents tunnel shadows to another room.
I sensed someone there, I turned around, it wasn't you,
I couldn't recognise at first just who it was, it had been a while,
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
But here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me.
Where the doorways tempt my intrigue with another key of sunlight,
I am not afraid,
I nurse a steady heartbeat; the currency of breathing pays my way
toward new openings, In a life I used to know before.
First person singular, me, myself, I
First person singular, no tears left to cry,
I'm smiling deep inside, first person singular.
I wander through the archways of green and lush cathedrals,
barefoot on soft needles on the forest floor,
Awake inside a daydream, sombre meditation,
I only hear the whisper of the falling leaves.
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
So here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me.
I lay on table mountain gazing down on endless ocean,
and I knew deep in my soul that I was not alone,
Heightened by the freedom of this new realisation,
the sun rose to the heavens through this crack of dawn. this crack of dawn.
I sensed someone there, I turned around, it wasn't you,
I couldn't recognise at first just who it was, it had been a while,
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
So here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me.
The other side of me,
The other side of me,
On the other side of you
