Endless Reverie — Azam Ali

Waiting for the rain For the skies lamenting All around silence Has its roots sunk deep

My longing lingers My tresses twist But in my isolation All truth is empty

Waiting by the wayside Of an endless reverie Where all the things I run from Are sure enough to find me

Would that love were something Than a false slavery To a god I don't know And to all the things that tempt me

Then in the light of reason Where truth is empty The alchemy of sin Would be revealed

Waiting by the wayside Of an endless reverie Where all the things I run from Are sure enough to find me