the call of the bard

the call of the bard,

his eyes are your eyes

through masters of creation

everyday, devoted souls

every hour, devoted beauty lines

wisdom in serenity

an orchestra for solists

in the season of the witch

and beyond forest echoes

I heard the mother

of the most starry nights 

the river knows her visage

her ballad,

 a pagan desert light

ravaging through

what never departed

the voices of the sagest

coming back again

in the missing vital breath

all misfortune

shall be your gain