Through The Trees Spears The Sun

Through The Trees Spears The Sun - Solanaceae

Through the trees spears the sun

Through my heart pierce the dawn

We arrive in a robe of smoke

In silence and gilded cloak

And my thoughts they linger

They linger

It's in the leaves

And the patterns and the fire

The trees the shadows and the path

It's in the spirit

Of this clearing

With It's incense and It's blackbirds

Something approaches

And the air thickens

The oak it bows and willow sighs

The lark sings in the bower

And day dies

Soon the stars glisten

In their cold lament

We pass the linden to

The sound of the coming darkness

Something approaches

And the air beckons

Air beckons