“In the
garden, met my old friend
He's the one
with many names
You have
always been like a brother
Good to have
you back again”
Me and that
man – Cross my heart and hope to die
Went down in the wild garden today,
The angels are still there,
Hiding throughout the old trees
Listening to the song of the serpent…
Who would have guessed?
Who would have known?
That the songs of the serpent
Are buried deep within us all?
Such words he sings,
Such warmth in his voice
Such sorrow and loss,
Such is the way of the serpent…
Who would have known that the sun,
Would shine through the trees,
And that its warmth would make me feel alive,
Sweeten the venom of the serpent
Flowing through my veins?
Igniting my one flame and lust,
My passion and contempt,
That worlds could devour?
