Migration

Distant hands in foreign lands

Are turning hidden wheels

Causing things to come about

Which no one seems to feel

All invisible from where we stand

The connections come to pass

And though too strange to comprehend

They affect us nonetheless, yes

Once again a time of change

Oh the change makes music

And the children will dance

See the pieces of the picture

Rearrange themselves

It feels just like a symphony to me

With nothing left to chance

Just look over your shoulder

It's out of your hands, it's over for now

Leave behind what you can

You can always return

The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken

But loud and clear

It's a slow vibration, migration

Oh Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer

Unsung song, how I long to play the changes

Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer?

Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming

Migration

Migration