Tongues - Lux Interna

The Word now falls back into silence

Into starry, muted skies

Fallen to fragmented expressions

He weaves His crown

He weaves it alone

And late into the night

In the empty hours the nothing hours

I burn Your Name bright on my tongue

We are living Word to mouth

I need nothing more

I will not cast these seeds on stone

I stand here beside You

Broken-tongued and speaking fire

My lips were stained with time’s dark wine

What are we to do my love

With all these things that cut right through

We are living without skin

We have woven darker threads

Into our coat of many colors

We have spoken words like wolves

And now they fall upon fall on our days

And now they fall upon fall on our days

Bring to me this tongue of fire

Speak spirit from stone

Sing to me in this language lost

And sing to me alone

…sing to me…