Steve Bennett

Between a crack in the clouds I can see the blue sky.
They’re travelling in from the east to chase away the sun.
A silver crescent of moon appears hanging in sorrow
Give her an hour the sky will be full of her tears.

It’s a difficult time if you’re trying to be simple.
The wind is blowing the cloud, the moon stirring the wind.
A storm is gathering tonight, the birds can all sense it.
So many currents concealing the Hand of the Night.

The breeze is blowing from two different ways,
I cannot deal with the sight.
The stars are silent to my tired ears
As I wait for the Hand of the Night.

My heart is crying, I feel like I’m dying, I need you.
I need to know everything that I told you is true.
Am I a dreamer, am I going crazy? I think so.
It’s getting hard to believe everything that I feel.

My eyes are blinkers, my body a puppet, I’m sinking.
My world’s a flickering play, my life’s a shadow in light.
Tonight the words are all rhyming tomorrow I’ll see you.
I’ll put my trust and my faith in the Hand of the Night.

Across her face a troubled smile,
Her call lost to the wind.
The seagulls sail in spiral style.
The porpoise white-trail finned.

Seagull sailors singing high,
Convey your sombre tones.
Agonizing over seas
That soon will have our bones,
In dark and deep unknown.

Sailors cry to ship and shore,
To trim and tighten hold.
But with her eyes and open arms,
I see a future cold.
I never will be old.

To gather stars in moonlit night
To string them one by one.
To capture crystal darkest seas
Around her neck they’re hung

To bring her waves that lift on high
To bring her seas that stir
So many nights beneath the sky
All belong to her.

Tiny dots on distant pier,
White whale clouds so high.
Salt spray wind from north-west sphere,
You will pass will I?
You all pass will I?

Hear my Silver Lyre, hear my voice of Gold
Let the soothing sound of Love embrace your heart and hold.
Hear my song of praise, hear my words so clear.
Orpheus in times of old held Eurydice so dear.

Upon the open seas of change
Where sirens sing their woes,
Where lesser men are drawn to grief,
Your fame it surely grows.

When anger flares and tempers well
Like dark waves blown to storm,
Upon your lyre pure and sweet
Comes music Heaven born.

If sea and wind and rain submit to this
Thracian born of Muse,
What woman with a mortal heart
Could will her soul refuse?

Hear my Silver Lyre, hear my voice of Gold
Let the soothing sound of Love embrace your heart and hold.
Hear my song of praise. hear my words so clear.
Orpheus in times of old held Eurydice so near.

Upon the open fields of change
In grasses long did lie,
The end to earthly joy for both.
Eurydice would die.

Into the Underworld he’d go
To sing for love and life.
Though Furies wept and Time stood still,
He left without his wife.

With all his strength and skill sublime
His Love to darkness flew.
Can I with song and simple words
Reach out and still hold you?

So hear my Silver Lyre
Hear my voice of Gold
Let the soothing sound of Love
Embrace your heart and hold.
Hear my song of praise
Hear my words so clear
Orpheus in times of old
Held not a one so dear.

Throw a fist of dust into the air,
To see which way the wind blows.
You may never pass my way again,
I’ll see which way the wind blows.

Passing in between the days
I detect a finer way.
On the Wings of Destiny you ride.

You may think your hands have done me harm,
You cannot see the wind blow.
I see only steps upon the path,
To find which way the wind blows.

Passing in between the days
I detect a finer way.
On the Wings of Destiny you ride.

A mortal man I am, I know its true,
A cannot make the wind blow.
If I could you would be here by me,
No matter how the wind blew.

Passing in between the days
I detect a finer way.
On the Wings of Destiny you ride.

Morning comes, sun through trees,
Warms the earth, gives the earth it’s peace.
Creatures stir, fox and crow,
Wind will wind and wisp amongst the buffalo.

From the home of night returning to the teepee’s ground,
There are no signs, there are no footsteps backwards to be found.
Hunting of the earth, searching for the sacred ground.

Daytime comes, swift as deer.
Eagle flies while hunters strain to hear.
Rivers rush, clouds speed by,
All compose a question just beyond the eye.

Weary now from contemplating arrowhead and spear
Tiring of the chase for game too frightened to come near.
Hunting of the earth, searching for the sacred sound.
Sleeps embracing arms, cradled in the sacred sound.

While you were Singing of the Source
And contemplating the Divine,
We were filing our reports and drinking wine.
Now the files are all complete
You’ll soon be begging at our feet
‘Please release me, please release me, let me sign’.

While you were sitting in the cornfields
Eating cheese and drinking wine.
We began our plans to bring you to your knees.
Far beneath the earth we scattered
Planning strikes upon your souls,
To leave you battered, screaming helpless empty pleas.

While you were strolling on the hillside
Warm beneath your Son of Suns,
We were plotting all the while to bring Him down.
We were there in deep dark gullies,
Shielding eyes ‘till night time fell.
Lurking hidden in the blackness of a scowl.

Now that you turn your eyes to meet me
Well disguised I am in skins,
Of the metals you retracted from the ground.
You have built my body from the steel,
Electrified my blood,
Now I scream through skies and children fear my sound.

Every tiny baby born of womb
Now listens to my song,
Amplified and plastic, sung on telephone.
Cubic corners catch her tiny eyes
And lead her on my path,
Trapped within her coffin built with flesh and bone.

Now you sons of salt
Encrusted to the earth, for life it seems,
Will be pleased to know I am your Master now.
I can give you vision far beyond,
While others give you dreams,
But your Son of Suns will never shine on Thou.