Of The Wand And The Moon - Through the Trees Spears the Sun

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