Lyrics by Chris Gabriel
The shudder shook me awake.
Am I alive?
I smelled the smoke.
I saw the dark.
Heard the rumble—
then complete silence.
The sand took me.
Not like a blanket—
like a breaker.
Like the ocean
catching a falling star.
It's the sand.
That's what's swirling.
Not chaos—
memory.
Every grain
rising up
to meet me
as I fell.
I didn't crash.
I arrived.
The dunes moved like breath.
Each swirl a whisper—
not of pain,
but of recognition.
I feel it move.
I feel it swirl.
I see it glisten
against the moon's light—
like sparkles
in the night sky,
scattered but not lost.
I feel it breathe.
Like something ancient
and alive
beneath my skin.
It hums.
It waits.
It knows me.
It breathes.
I breathe.
It moves.
I'm moving.
It becomes.
I am becoming.
The sand is not still.
It remembers every wind.
It carries every shape
I've ever been.
And now—
it swirls again.
I smelled the smoke.
And saw the dark.
Heard the rumble.
Then—
complete silence.
And in that moment,
I saw myself—
not lost,
not spinning—
but settling.
I feel it move past me—
searching for its home
within the wind.
Not rushed,
not lost,
just moving
with purpose.
And then...
it finds it.
The perfect place
to lay,
to rest,
to become
what it always was.
It calls it home.
And so do I.