Bring forth to me the sky of being,
a world of flow and strife.
Fall upon the eyes of love,
to cleanse the scowl of hate.

Clear does the call rise,
on the noon of mine desire.
Set in stone of past,
so far away from now!

Loneliness reflected in solemn eyes!
How far has the road set in stone been?
How lonely the sacrifices made in love?

Standing upon the fall of the rise,
tired eyes resting on the unknown.
Heart asking how long has it been?
Weary feet, bleeding from walking on stone.

Light fall upon a tired brow,
caressing painful skin and soul.
Solemn eyes rise to see the light,
drinking it to feel its wonder.

Give to me the need of soul,
let it give me wings of love,
to fly on the flow of source.
Feet no longer touching,
a past set in stone.

Bring forth, mine love,
and fill the needs of my soul,
not the desires of mine heart!

Written by Anush