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The Orb Weavers
05:05
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Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past
the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped
In a twirled looking glass, to go or stay
in course at its own display
A pot, a pan, a cutlery board,
a pepper and black spice tray
Time spooled, unspinning
Life scrolls unravel
The telling tale wends bends and
Breaks these tomes we travel
Over and again we abide
But which side now of the
Looking-glass facade am I?
Memories haunt like diamonds
Reminiscence swirls as smoke
Nettles in the morning
At night steeped straw of oat
Petals of jasmine, anemones
In a water bowl afloat
How grace arranged the chance array
Come eventide’s shifting glow
Bend and stretch, swing and sway
I am as a snake in your hands
Wading loose as oars of two creaky boats
that play patterns with silt on the sand
Black coruscation, loam liquid beads
The Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels…
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Hazel Steps
05:09
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Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
Speak the flower’s ardour
A blade unto the air
Lift a lonely finger
To touch of my heart skin
The world becomes a muscle
Released in gentle flexion
Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear
Calling as it passes
To linger as it grows
Down the mantles laces
A braid upon the prow
Peer into my harbor
Sift the trysted strands
A gift of many waters
Entwined with love’s lost hands
Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear
A sign inside the picture
The dream upon the lips
The phrase is left unspoken
Inscribe the sign to fit
Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
Speak the flower’s ardour
A blade unto the air
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The Seer and the Seen
03:23
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The sands collect the signs of the ocean
The winds hold sway to swell the motion
The breeze that breathes upon the skin
The leaves that leave yet only a skein
Along, within, and through the years
As stray as they never knew the way
Allay the doubt, subdue the fear
Afraid they never knew your name
These seven years are not so long
But long enough for what has come
Or may have gathered at your seat
Or might have blossomed at our feet
Along, within, and through the years
As stray as they never knew the way
Allay the doubt, subdue the fear
Afraid they never knew your name
I gather at the heels in one more stand
Briars at the feet, flower in hand
The delicate world that wrapped around
The disparate soul that it surrounds
Along, within, and through the years
As stray as they never knew the way
Allay the doubt, subdue the fear
Afraid they never knew your name
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Kingdom of the Shades
06:40
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Without paper without ink
Would you set out to think
A song that never was sung
With words that were not spoken
On lines that have not hung
The signs that leave no token
Stray with me the strands of intricate layers
Strong and swift, swim within this stream
Within the whorls that blink
About an infinite ocean
Stars grow and shrink
Collapsing in slow motion With all the world you spin
Stay with me the spell of a lucid motion To charm the noumenous deep
Calm and sweet, swim within this dream In bone and blood and skin
A story safe in keep
Sway with me in swing of alternate weather
Strong and swift, swim within this stream
Wide word in tone will speak
Beyond a strange commotion
In thought that gathers and leaks
Strains of cogent notion
Lay with me in swoon of elaborate feather
Calm and sweet, swim within this dream
Without ink without paper
Would you set out to taper
A song that never was sung
With words that were not spoken
On lines that have not hung
The signs that leave no token
Play with me in fields of nebulous cover
Strong and swift, swim within this stream
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Morning's Waking Dream
06:06
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Shimmers splendent merge, laden tendrils waver
Descending drops of water disperse in lucid layer
A smile spread over rainbow sky
Refracted in the raindrops crying eye
They fall away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are shown
In the play of moments moving lightly
On the grounds of morning’s blooming down
Every hour of every day, every leaf on every tree
Each expression borne of every thought
A sudden joy swarmed to a heart
with open arms reaching out
Through time to set a place for the unthought
On that day the welcome is inviting
With chime, ceremony and good cheer
In the play of moments moving lightly
To the sounds of morning breaking clear
Here the naked child among the others ‘neath the sun
Some thrust forward like snakes
Some stood upwise and erect
Some stiffened, taut, virginal and prim
Some bent dead in curves graceful and thin
They grow away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are seen
In the play of moments moving lightly
On the bounds of Morning’s Waking Dream
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A Poet's Lyre
05:31
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Childhood made a Poet’s Lyre
Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
Bent to the wind’s plaintive whistling words
Scattering whispers in your nettled hood
Would they fall to a weathered home
With branches of arms for a laden pillow
And years wrought of withering laurels
Blossoms now on the apple boughs
Stars are near to the shaded arbor
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
Childhood made a Poet’s Lyre
Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
Could they fly on feathers borne
When lips salute the Hazel’s Horn
Or would they crawl through a weathered home
Should lips encumber a mordant moan
Bent to the wind’s whistling word
What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
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The wind that cracks the leaves
Has scattered all the seed
Lo, the light limned low
Low to the ground
The time is all I own
And time is come and gone
The limbs of life left low
Low to the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
The sight that holds my eyes
Has made the lovers blind
Alike their love laid low
Low to the ground
I sound the oath to sit
In thrall of weathers wit
Ally the languished lips
Low to the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
The seed that left the tree
Will carve a thousand leaves
And let them all to cleave
Low to the ground
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Two Towers
05:25
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Wind away the hours
laid up to the sun
Hide behind two towers
When all the world’s work is done
Set a life upon the way to bide
All that bodies become
Left alone along the lay to bind
All the mind has shunned
Gather up the flowers
Born up from the womb
Hasten lest they sour
A deed brought to the tomb
Catch the longing dream that time beguiles
From cradle to the bone
Lonely limbs just limp in life awhile
To touch the weathered home
Careless as a willow
Constant as an oak
Ages churn and wallow
Through hands pass as they grope
Past and future splayed astride
The hollow heaving chest
Gnarled hands curve to inscribe
The fading notion useless
Heedless shall we swallow
Our riddles never spoke
With the merit of no answer
To meliorate the joke
Wind away the hours
Laid up to the sun
Hide behind Two Towers
When all the world’s work is done
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In Gowan Ring
The Symbolist Folk Music of In Gowan Ring channels stories of stones and angels through homemade instruments and human voice.
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