- Official Post
Brother sent me this, thought ya'll might enjoy it.
Lyrics:
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush
And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned.
But before I could speak, she ran to my side
And knelt with a flow’r she placed in my hand.
Dancing, singing, voices ringing
Rising, falling, giving, being
Waiting, growing, teaching, knowing
Waxing, waning, ebbing, flowing
Faces gaze upon me.
Ageless figures come alive.
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a mother came with her child
And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned.
But before I could speak, she walked to my side
And knelt with a key she placed in my hand.
Without a sound, they mouthed the words of mystery,
And I knew no translation for the history they gave to me.
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush
And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned.
But before I could speak, she fell at my side
And lifted a tome she placed in my hand.