High above and through the canopy
the ageless parts of me
convalesce and offer respite
when my effort are the last ditch
emanations of ancients
emanations of ancients
Recalling riddles and words and
running into the midnight blue forest
gravel roads and hidden paths
the clouds have shown the moon at last
the winds are howling wolf in the meadows again
and I for one know I won't return the same
The roads were lost at the endless stairs
watery torrents tossed at the mountains feet and I
couldn't see beyond the eyes of a solitary gaze
It watches every single night and even on some stormy days
If I could just sleep I would escape into some momentary bliss
Oasis
It calls to me, It calls to you
The frozen leaves are falling soon
sinking down through brittle air
the howling wind is hidden in its layers
High above and through the canopy the ageless parts
The ageless parts