All things to all
I can be consciousness, honest and true ,
then be the liar, whose dark sky is blue.
I am the thought that knows only right,
becoming the deed that belongs to the night.
Look, Iím the sunshine with all its warm days,
just beware of the choir, with no voice to raise.
In all of the action that moves holy lands,
I am the devil, with time on his hands.
Whatever you want of me, evil or good,
Iíll provide in an instant, like all servants should.
Iím in touch with your wishes, a mirror of black,
just feed me with reasons and Iíll be at your back.
A whispering killer of anger and love,
Iím a predatory hunter, a carnivorous dove.
Rely on my diligence, keep faith in trust,
your freedom is a tether of barbed wire and dust.
In a life of obedience, Iím eager to please,
my tiredness is blinded by all that it sees.
My flesh is a martyr that no wish can save,
so foolish, so humble but never so brave.
As I lay down beside you, and melt to your form,
I am gentle and placid, the eye of a storm.
Believe me in all things, if risk is your game,
only one truth is certain, the sound of my name.