The Storm which Shakes the Flames 20/08/2002

The wind has found its way this far
and plays the candles like a harp.
It makes music of the light in here,
the depths of calm in such a storm.

There is fury in these fields,
an eddy made to carry stones,
to suck in all the emptiness
and fill our world with fear.

Yet herein, lies a silence
still, beautiful and chanting;
with a scintillating focus,
a light in face of all thats meaningless.

Humidity and Summer rain
have pressed this town to nothing.
But who can say no spirits live,
reflected in this flow of love?

And who can say no spirits live,
as love flies over all?
and life continues through
the storm which shakes the flames.