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 its incense and its 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