By these wretched hands The fallow heath Trampled and bludgeoned Beneath the withered trees.. No. The river sings no more Of what the wind has forsaken And we have forgotten.. The flowers that would bloom And the voice of the waters Beneath the shifting sky The clarity of mind.. Pacing the same old cycles, over and over and over and over...Learn More

When it is my time to perish Lay my body upon the altar Offer my flesh to the ravens A woven platter of fruit Carve a niche deep in the barrow Adorned with wild flowers Arrange my bones within the hollow Face my skull to the north Come those who loved me Light candles and sing Sing of beauty, sing of life Sing of beauty, sing of death......Learn More

The river has split the stone within And here I lie wide open again My aching bones and weathered skin Are broken and subdued At the threshold of life I breath in the vapors of the sky And the scent of the earth's blood Rises up to meet me I find my feet and stumble forth Into the light of the world unveiled...Learn More

The light is receding The days are growing dim Slowly we decend Into autumn's waiting arms *** Fear not the withering of age Fear not winter's deathly touch Somewhere deep below us a fire glows Waiting to emerge once again...Learn More