Listen to our footsteps
Sounding on the ground.
It is the rhythm of our walking on
Into the Trees
And through the leaves,
On to another place
That lives beyond our dreams.

Scythe breaks hourglass.
Sword breaks bone.
But son and daughter:
You're not left alone.
Take my body by famine;
Plague;
War;
Or Time,
Still:
I shall not leave your side.
I shall not leave your side.

Embrace the wind
For it carried my songs
When no man would hear them.
Embrace the soil
For it bore me on
When no beasts would shoulder.
Embrace the trees
For they spoke to me
When no one would hear words.
Embrace the birds;
And frightened things;
And foxes;
And wolves;
And seeds that may a flower be.
Or even thorns.

But listen in the night.
Rustle leaf
And flutter wing.
Owl cry. Frog Call.
This is what I sing.
It can be your song.
Though it is not mine to give,
But yours to take,
And from it make new gifts,
Or unbought things
To hold in store
For lonely nights
And lonesome days;
When stormclouds seem the only shade
From murder cry;
Or false light
Broke upon the shore of Night
And scattered into spray
Which lures a million moths
To madness' dance;
To drunken death.
To die.

We can see more with our eyes
Than color, shape, or weave;
And hear more with our ears
Than most men believe.

And even one's own family
May call him insane;
Or senseless;
Old souled;
Touched;
Ridiculous.
But look beyond the words
And see into the heart of all things;
And listen to the beat of wings;
These are the drums of Time.

It IS all in your mind,
But you must get it out
And make your way
Within the world.
Brother, see your sister's heart
And speak to her your hopes and fears.
I am in these words.
Sister, see your brother's heart
And sing to him your joy and pain.
I am in this song.

Listen to our footsteps
Sounding on the ground.
It is the rhythm of our walking on
Into the Trees
And through the leaves -
On to another place
That lives beyond our dreams.

I will wait for you.