She walked across the desert as easy as the wind,
Her tears dripped down, they kissed the ground,
And silver petalled flowers bloomed
In her footprints in the sand.
As certain as the starlit skies that we both gazed upon,
Her hand gently moved across the page to me.
She sent me secret treasures:
Rune-carved pieces of her heart.
When the bright dreams gleamed, as they often do,
She opened up her window and whispered to the birds.
They listened very carefully
Then flew her words in song to me.
She came flowing to me, like the tide come in,
When the spring moon rose shining full and fat.
Her cleansing waters covered me
And I breathed her in.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Runecast Heartflower”
thanks Tim, beautiful album of atmospheric and numinous corridors to the past. An antidote to the flatland of modern life. My first inroad into your body of work. kieran forster
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