South Of The Sahara

South of the sahara, aching heart

Is that where you’d guess all astronomy starts?

We could have more knowledge than we dream,

In heaven and earth nothing’s less than it seems

This could be the circle of the stones,

The turn of the card or the rolling bones,

This could be the leyline on the land,

The past and the future that cross in our hands

This could close the circle.

Double star that hides itself

White dwarf behind the sun – oh, sirius.

The things we can’t explain

Remain

Mysterious.

South of the sahara, timbuctooo,

The back of beyond and the shock of the new

This could be the strangest thing of all,

The body of science with its back to the wall

South of the sahara

Distant men of logic try to trace

The shape of the bortex, the pattern of space

The same as that of atoms, of the mind.

Wherever we look it’s ourselves that we find,

The sand of the sahara

Double star that hides itself

White dwarf behind the sun – oh, sirius.

The things we can’t explain

Remain

Mysterious.

The people of the dogon always knew

The extraterrestrials’ heavenly view.

Stars that dog our passage, holy suns,

Over the centuries, these have become

The legend of the dagon.

How do you explain it?

How do you begin to explain it all?

We could be the leyline on the land,

Invisible shifts in the hourglass’s sand.

We could have more knowledge than we dream,

In heaven and earth nothing’s less than it seems.

We could be eternal.