Reclaim once more this plot of land
this swirling wind these grains of sand
which fingers smooth will make sublime
from circles spun of space in time
this mouth I touch these words I hear
Remind me what I knew was here—
Reclaim once more this plot of land
this swirling wind these grains of sand
which fingers smooth will make sublime
from circles spun of space in time
this mouth I touch these words I hear
Remind me what I knew was here—