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...of Petrichor and I
06:55
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Rain is coming, I can taste it in the air
Hands bound, I breathe it in, as though I were drowning
Though blinded, I can feel with feet still bare
Emerald Hills I climb for my crowning
A stone is laid to bridge from skye to sky
A throne to rest and turn my soul to rain
All rebirth begins with sacrifice
A crown of Heather will mark my reign
As steely thunderclouds grow over my head
My veins are opened, staining clovers to red
The tapestry of time is woven with threads
Of petrichor and I
The stage is set, and the role is cast
I am here, from first to last
With my death I become
Eternal skies above
I flow from the earth into the sky
...of Petrichor and I
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Am Fear Liath Mòr
06:50
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A whisper from the mountains in shades of grey
Cast from the heights like a stone
Ten thousand steps to the summit
Now I fall thinking of home
Cease thy whispering
Grey skies above grey stone
Take my offering
My flesh, my blood, my bone
And art thou nothing? Such thou art, as when
The woodman winding westward up the Glen
At wintry dawn, when o'er the sheeptrack's maze
A viewless snowmist weaves a glist'ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread
An image with a glory round its head
The enamoured rustic, worships its fair hues
Nor knows he makes the shadow, he pursues
Am Fear Liath Mòr
The mist, my hereafter
I am nothing
An eidolon, wreathed in mist
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Hollow Mews
05:12
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Rows of men and hollow mews
The cobbled hearth grows cold
The lights grow dim on life, on death
But landscapes breathe with embers
Futures draped in hollow dreams
Our cradle burned, for lies
Absence worn like a winter cloak
This future, our own making
Sing to the earth, not hollow mews
And feast with the folk thought lost
Turn slave to mindful wanderer
Turn mind to break the chains
Far from the empty house I fled
Shadows taunt my periphery
The solitude of silent halls
Left behind forever
Into the farthest forest I ran
A home before my time
I turned at a cry, and in her eyes
I lost myself forever
Sing to the earth, not hollow mews
and feast with the folk thought lost
Turn slave to mindful wanderer
Turn mind to break the chains
Sunlight, dappled, framed a shadow
The queen of the forest was waiting
Her hair hung like a gallows-braid
Wild life, wild death made real
In her eyes I saw a heron wading through rushes
In her laugh I heard a darkness that light never touches
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