ALPHA CENTAURI'S RISE

she goes down to the river
and talks to no one
in a stream of hieroglyphics
it's the language of the sun
we sense her shape
across the abyss
it's in the language that we miss
we shape her sense some other way
in the harbor of the night
is the harvest of the day
Alpha Centauri, Rise
Alpha Centauri's Rise

round the bend and straight ahead
standing in the riverbed
founding father's on his head
ancient speakers one time said

and she share's the wealth at no cost
and she chairs the board
of all the paradise we've longed for the most

(we say her name, we say)
Alpha Centauri
Rise
it's the language of the sun...