Nature
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Turning
Now the day is thinning And the dark is drawing near Time is slowly spinning And the air is growing clear Frost on grass and ice on glass and fragile dreams of flowers They fall apart and in my heart the last of leaves devoured High in the sky the birds flap fly away to warmer days And in the ground an ancient sound of old forgotten ways The world sets hard and all is barred and nothing dares to breathe I'm holding tight I hold the night It scares me to believe that all is lost and light is gone away and put to sleep It never will return to me The silky moon will weep Oh woe to this eternity I hear the earth recede And in her dreams, she sees the shoots of Spring begin to bleed And yet, this death will fade away The Queen will lose her hand And in her eyes, the snow child cries to see the melting land Start to twist the morning mist And open up the trees Shake awake the butterflies and gently nudge the bees This game is lost, abandoned in the light of sister sun I walk the path of springtime stars, my winter is undone Silver Sea
Lead me down to the silver sea And let me stay a while And when the waves have washed me dry You'll only find my smile |
The Calling of the Moon
How quietly the stars arrive and settle in their seats Casting glances left and right Has someone brought the sweets? I’ve heard there’s dancing all night long and music fit for kings It draws the wind-lass from her dreams And now the show begins First a ripple on the waves That shimmers to the shore A long deep note that shakes the heart The crowd they shout for more Look! A light from through the veil Spreads across the sky Here she comes, the scene is set The curtain falls away Piece by piece and note by note Her beauty is performed Her seas, her scars, her broken glow Laid open and transformed And while the guests are held in awe It’s over all too soon Our lady’s journey carries on The calling of the moon Beginnings
When I was made inside a star My head, my heart, my fingers far were forged from here by ancient hands My body born in ancient lands Deep inside a furnace lies Hidden by my blue-sky eyes A molten life that left no scar When I was made inside a star |