there was a leaf in the autumn breeze caught in the ecstasy of dance it was a waltz with the spirits of the wind it was a ceremony leading the winter in a ceremony leading the winter in there was a woman with a voice very lovely i took company by her songs of loss she was the one who took me to singing she was the valley wind leading the winter in she taught me what it means to have let go of ten thousand things she was the mother and she was the children she was the longing leading the winter in the longing leading the winter in there was darkness, i felt sane in the light we drank immortal tears and rain and the sound it was a whispering it was the word leading the winter in there were colors i could not see and i begged her it was a laughable plea it was a search for a place to begin it was a game leading the winter in a game leading the winter in it is written and so it was i arose in accordance with the laws it was a joy and it was a sin it was a ceremony leading the winter in a ceremony leading the winter in a ceremony leading the winter in a ceremony leading the winter in