Cloudburst

*** This song changed my life. Period. Anyone who has ever heard my Eric Whitacre gushing...this is where it all began.
I know it's probably ridiculously illegal, but I love this so very much that I wanted to share. ***
Meg

Cloudburst
Text by Octavio Paz (set to music for choir in the original Spanish by Eric Whitacre)

The rain...

Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water.

Blue Suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
pomegranate stars.

But tell me, burnt earth, is there no water?
Only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps in the thorns?

The rain awakens...

We must dream with our eyes,
we must dream with our hands,
we must dream the dreams of a river
seeking its course,
of the sun dreaming its worlds,
we must dream aloud,
we must sing till the song puts forth roots,
trunk, branches, birds, stars,
we must find the lost word,
and remember what the blood,
the tides, the earth, and the body say,
and return to the point of departure...

The rain...