Thinking back, I remember now in the audience of all the bright ice gathered round never meeting, I only saw a new resurrection or was it quite simply a change He touches the leaf near his throat
See it rising above the wind feathers burning thereʼs no way that he is the same as he was when I turned away Seemed more cat-like or had I been seeing the wolf he touches the leaf near his throat
Make a shift now Make a change pull it in now run to the mountain
leaning back I remember now couldnʼt see him and neither could the other side nock an arrow and take a life lay thee down for disturbing the peace he creates he touches the leaf near his throat
some days itʼs sunny, some days itʼs dark reach ye inside to pull out a new part meet me in silence, sing it out loud be what you will, and what will you be now
speak I to one, and yet all can hear ride with a being I canʼt name myself so, blue eyes, what is your true name what do I call “Phoenix, the wolf, and the leopard”?