I'm looking to be by a window

that looks out on the sea

anybody here know

where such a place is?



surf of golden sunlight

breaking over me

man of a thousand faces



in the Garden paths take form

but the hailstorm guards its own

things forbidden, things unknown

you must travel on alone



in memoriam friends come round

but the hard ground holds its own

time for pulling, time to ride

it's my turn but where's the guide?



on the jetty shadows lie

and the gulls cry once or twice

swelling thunder, truth is hid

behind the glass eye of the idol...

anybody here know

where such a place is?



you know, these city towers,

jewels on the Serpent's crown,

twist the space between them

till every eye is blinded



Lord will you trade your sunlit ocean

with its writhing filigree

for any one of my thousand faces?