Iolite waters and breathing trees I beseech you awaken to my song Magic once buried in root-caged hills Now by a river’s course set free
this place where stars like silver light the paths When daylight falls The royal blue of night chases the sun Away This night my power is alight with rays Of moonstruck white This night is mine, this wondrous forest knows my name
I will sing the hillside open And let my soul enter the strange There are no tethers to hold me here In this ghostly form I’m free
By will, not by force, I break the gate (from the crack in the ether, shapes emerge) Hallowed mist, casting patterns in the air (and I can sense them watching me)
I sang a bridge between the worlds we move as psychopomps through life While my eyes may be closed I continue to see