Autumn songs of the leaves
listen it is the water
Close your eyes it is the wind
Inhale the mist from a twilight mirror
One foothold in one foothold out
Seeing the both in flux
A mystery of stone and of water
The smell the aroma of olden days
Walking down a dolmen lined path
Under the hill and to another dimension
Of stone portals and tree ringed groves
Under the hollow hill
Concealed in the mists of time
Here are the family and friends of mine.
We are off to the wood
Our voices bonded with tree and leaf
Carried along by the winds.
We repose amongst the moss
Covered stones and rushing of the cool water
Listening and hearing the talk and Chatter of old
It's of a high pitch and difficult to hear.
I know how to listen I was there and I am here.