Weathering - Alda

Oh solar fume, may we drift never further

And come never closer

We, the parched land aching for a drink

In the fallow dew we would have followed you

But for the rain refusing to fall

When we’re cast from the shores and left to the drought

Tossed in the currents of venomous thought

Eyes shut, teeth clenched

Straining against the changes

Scying and searching the signs of the skies

A glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood

Facing the storm within

Finding the courage to breath

Souls pour molten in the crucible

Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes

Strength hard won, memories lost

The waried road far from home

The long arm of spiral coiling within

To weather the storm again

To weather the storm within