By the Light of Sound
19 06 2017
As fate would have it, the seasons turn,
once again Yule fires burn,
with mistletoe and holly green,
with earth breath some twixt the scene.
In spite of Gaia’s terra firm,
Polaris lights no home return,
looking under reef and over dale,
for the lost art of Bombadil.
Where are we to travel?
Sojourn in spirit all!
With feasting, laughing by the hearth,
this Earth, this Light, this Warmth!
Sacred hearts and ancient dreams,
played out with life like figurines.
Though magic keeps the hope alive,
the fear of all, the embers dying.
For, with act, and prayer behest,
with youth intact worry may rest;
for whose heart is not attuned
to Light, to Love, to Earth’s vibration?
Where are we to travel?
Sojourn in spirit all!
With feasting, laughing by the hearth,
this Earth, this Light, this Warmth!
It’s a Sublime truth,
that you’re bound to be served.
Stand against the truth and lose,
as Galileo recently proved.
From this house in the west,
with these clothes poorly dressed,
I stare to longer days and muse,
with Sweat and Blood, we’ve all paid the dues.
Where are we to travel?
Sojourn in spirit all!
With feasting, laughing by the hearth,
this Earth, this Light, this Warmth!
One of the songs that I will be recording later this week, when a friend returns to the island. I will share the video link here on Millennium Blues when it is available.
Thanks for the continued support and feedback, some of the comments are quite interesting!
