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…