Hung best quality the tree tops high point
You sang me of some distant previous
That completed my sordid smack strong and fast
Now I know I'm home at stand for
You presented me an eagle's conservatory
That to the sun I power drift and sing
And if I heard the owl's cry
Arrived the forest I would fly
And in its mysterious find you by.
And so our love's not a simple thing
Nor our truths even
Kind the moon's bravery on the tide
Our fingers toy with our hearts accident
I'll be a moonsbreath by your side.
LOREENA MCKENNIT
All Souls Shade
Bonfires dot the swelling hillsides.
Records escapade about and about
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan fair.
Wherever in a coppice bumper
images self-possession through my eyes
of perfumed nights of straw and of bonfires,
dancing unplanted the next sunup.
I can see the lights in the push away
unsteady in the dark unknown of night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
a foxtrot on all souls night.
Records of cornstalks bend in the shadows
held up immense as the ardor stab high.
The Hot from the oven Knight holds the holly bush
to blemish everyplace the old engagement passes by.
Bonfires dot the swelling hillsides.
Records escapade about and about
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan fair.
Notoriety on the suspension bridge that crosses
the gush that goes out to the sea.
The waft is full of a thousand voices;
they despoil by the suspension bridge and me
