lying in the sand

with the sun over your head,

wherethe clouds burst,

the wind blows and,

the last grain passes on.

Eclipsed

All that you touch

All that you see

All that you taste

All you feel

All that you love

All that you hate

All you distrust

All you save

All that you give

All that you deal

All that you buy

Beg, borrow or steal

All you create

All you destroy

All that you do

All that you say

All that you eat

Everyone you meet

All that you slight

Everyone you fight

All that is now

All that is gone

All that's to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

The Gate