Tell me, Sweet Love Where does the Mourning go when the New Sun ushers in?
These mists fade before my eyes I am steadied by the cries of the wild, the untamed where lie the bones of other days and other ways.
Fragment by fragment I put the puzzle together, to gather the trust and the truth of the Mother; to feel the looseness of the spirit when free.
My beautiful one, where will we lay our heads when night stalks the landscape with dreams and escapades and whisperings? Where will our feet find rest beyond the nest of our own great solitude, beyond the realm of the Maddening Moon?
Tender kisses sent like rain to stain your lips and to flame your heart, twas you that broke the bread, that cried in pain, that wandered wounded Time and Again.... sit down. Lay your weary bones to sleep and wonder silently of the beckoning Deep.
Just hold the mirror close to your Face, every line and every crease and every scar have written You like poetry, played you harmoniously; See the light reflecting from your eyes, penetrating any disguise... This is where we dwell. This is where we dwell.