The Sun Blossoms are falling...
Over white fields of winter,
Paved frost upon the bow of hill...
Wind caught dust,
Firelight side...
Our memories turn deeply.
Shift amidst sleep,
These trees bared silver...
Watch with far-sight eyes,
Across the meadows, the gullies, the Brooks...
Turning softly,
Fine crescents upended in sky...
Moths float down,
Crown these arches of Heather and beaten Ash...
Press deeper into the wood.
Through furrows dug deep down...
Clear gleam upon melting tyrants,
Song muffled through snow-laced forestscapes...
Secret hymns dashed upon lint and ice crust,
Burning hidden within...
Ghostly call echo,
The wolves...
Spirits of dust,
A moving prism of spears...
How the murk twists between the trunks,
Follow the sound...
To halls of timber,
Crashing song...
Burning ember,
Mead upon the copper...
Wreaths of Holly upon the pillars,
A dance wreathed in light...
Shadow,
Un-resting night...
Inclined ear upon sparrows thought,
The Sun Blossoms have fallen.
These moons be full,
The Dark garbs itself with firelight...
The sky whispers secrets past,
The old ones they move...
Beneath the moon-glow,
Travel they past our door...
Their breath frosted upon windowpane and heart,
Tyrannical skies...
Wound-up clockwork heart.
Seize the bone,
Lift the knife...
Make a wish for the lovers who have fled to the wilds.
The saints who feast on their shore,
The colours the night parts,
The bells chime across this wilderness...
Calling us home,
To hearth,
From war...
Long winter's,
Bitter storms,
Aging hearts...
A tear dropped down into the abyss.
Dark holes peering up like sightless eyes...
And in their midst we slumber.
Carry on now...
Back to guided arches,
Snow lands coloured with gold.
As the Sun Blossoms fell...
For our memories be lanterns,
Floating through this eternal night,
A wayward sailor...
Lost within the fantasies of sea,
Seeks out his lighthouse tonight.
The wind howls,
The storms breathe...
The cold bars our way,
Sweet music guides us home...
To festive halls,
And dancing lights...
Remember the Summer,
Remember the Dark...
Recall the whispered realms.
Oaken doors open wide,
Emitting an intoxicating sight...
A home to set,
Upon easy sight...
A cup of warm cider,
Spiced meat and pie...
To dance with another,
A touch gentle and not cold...
Close the doors,
Shut the Winter out...
For at very last we are home,
Found.
