Myths of Lost Horizons

Born of Memory

Forever steps lightly

Playing songs by hint of Shadow

The shift of Winds

The painted horizon

Worlds of sweet inclinations

Some comforting certainty

Paces cages without bars

Creatures drawn by Star mapping

Tell of fortunes unlimited

Ghost mistily appear upon the view

Blue rain is beading Now

into a million Reflections

upon the lenses

only Love Holding the candle in this Snow

Then Stars can take hold

Their glittering on the deep frozen expanse

upon the worlds above as well

all endless cycling fire

Days chasing days on a bed of Sky

The fresh touch of new petal

dark sparkling soil

light breaking horizons open

Dream still beaming from Otherland eye

The Tree still standing it's Clarion bell

Ringing Beyond Sound

Seen only by the truly Blind

burning bright lines of Creation

from Kind Sources

Ancestrally dancing to the drums there

only the Blood in our veins

calls to us from the Flame and Spark

joining voices calling into deep night

that flood the plains of Remembrance

While the Moon Shines Down