IN YOUR JUNGLE

Sounds of sirens, sirens wailing,

No ships shipping, No sailors sailing,

Delicacies laid at my feet,

Bitter fruits for me to eat,

Lucent fingers drift in the canopy above, 

Time & space surrender, 

eclipsed by love, 

In your Jungle, 

Stars are falling,

Worlds colliding, 

Voices calling, 

Trumpets... I hear trumpets!

I hear the sound of drums beating in the distance, 

Something hissing in the grass,

I'm somehow home,

home at last; 

Perfume hangs in musty air,

A cloak of darkness for me to wear,

In your Jungle, 

Stars are falling, 

Worlds colliding, 

Voices calling, 

Twilight falls as poison arrows pierce my skin,

I recall that I have always been.. 

In your Jungle, 

Stars are falling, 

Worlds colliding, 

Voices calling. 

Copyright 2001 Benjamin New