A prayer to Lilith, who understands.

Milagro of the Empty Hands
© Allison Lonsdale 2002
Live at Lestat's, Disc Two, Track 1

O queen of air and darkness who was once of earth and light
At your altar I am asking for a miracle tonight
I have gone too long unanswered, I have lain too long alone
And there's a hunger like hard vacuum at the marrow of my bones

I need to be washed clean of all the weak things I have been
I need to cry out Glory! in the language of the skin
You know that I have broken when I've been too proud to bend
But tonight I will accept whatever messenger you send

        I will give you a milagro of a pair of empty hands
        I will burn you all the love I ever wasted
        I will build you shining churches out of pure synaptic fire
        I am starving for the light, grant me a taste of it tonight

O queen of air and darkness who was born with wings of fire
Like you I owe allegiance to no object but desire
All I know of Hell and Heaven I have only learned in bed
It's my destiny to lay me down where angels fear to tread

I need to be reborn to you across the tides of blood
I need to reach the diamonds that are buried in the mud
You know I've lived with suffering and risen past the pain
But my fields are black and dying, Lady, won't you send me rain?

        I will give you a milagro of a pair of empty hands
        I will burn you all the love I ever wasted
        I will build you shining churches out of pure synaptic fire
        I am starving for the light, grant me a taste of it tonight

O queen of air and darkness, my reflection on the sea
We make hard and lonely choices, but it's worth it to be free
If I sink beneath your surface will I rise up with the foam?
Send a fisherman to find me there so I can ride him home

I need to be washed clean of all the lies I've ever told
I need a pair of burning wings to shield me from the cold
I am drowning, I am falling, I am remembering how to fly
I rise to meet the dawn; I die because I do not die

        I will give you a milagro of a pair of empty hands
        I will burn you all the love I ever wasted
        I will build you shining churches out of pure synaptic fire
        I am starving for the light, grant me a taste of it tonight

O queen of air and darkness
Bring me home