Pictures at an Exhibition, Promenade

Promenade

Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone
Wipe away endless years
Childhood tears as dry as stone
From seeds of confusion
Illusions dark blossoms have grown
Even now in furrows of sorrow
The doubt still is sown
My life's course is guided
Decided by limits drawn
On charts of my past days
And pathways since I was born
The Sage

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day
You and I are yesterday's answers;
The earth of the past came to flesh
Eroded by Time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess
Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our stream and our times
In bright, infinite moments
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes
The Curse of Baba Yaga

Double faces dark defense
Talk too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up with smiling lies
Talk to creatures raise the dead
Fate you know sure got fed
Trained apart from houses of stone
Whores and hustlers pick the bone
The Great Gates of Kiev

Come forth, from love's fire
Born in life's fire
Born in life's fire
Come forth, from love's fire
In the burning, of our yearning
For life to be
And in pain there must be gain
New life!
Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams
They were, sent to the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate
They were, sent to the gates
In the burning all are yearning
For life to be
There's no end to my life
No beginning to my death
Death is life