In the mist of love

Rattled branches sing

Consciousness of some

Ripple in the ring

Laughing at the gods

As they laugh at us

I am and I am not

You're not what you'll become

Who holds up the mirror 

And does it show the truth?

What light is lost in the reflecting

As we leave our youth?

Can I reclaim the path

In expanding time

The silence of the desert

The language of the light

Moonlight is distilled

From some other source

Speaking glowing everywhere

Fear and glory; rising force

I feel something breaking

Though it’s faint and still 

Wind is pushing mourning branches 

Crying quiet until…