Book Of Thoth

Reflecting in the water
Looking down
Who comes out?
From behind the swimming, shifting clouds

on wings, of white
High above our heads,
the others taking flight
In jail, in trial
Always keeping secrets
and always keeping time

Once I woke up
In a street,
Laying in the moonlight
Trying to remember what
seemed like an altered dream

on wings of white
the favourite oufit shines
frozen in it's flight
With gold, it's grace
Watching over all
but never showing its true face
Watching over all
but never showing its true face