Light Of Timeless Stars

Light Of Timeless Stars
© Surazeus
2017 12 29

When we sit together in ring of stones
under the twinkling light of timeless stars,
while the glow of the crackling flames of light
reveals in our faces the nameless soul,
we sing the heart-aching tune of desire
that gives wings to our spirits in delight,
so we soar high on melodies of love
to dance in eternal heaven of truth
till we twirl down into silence of sleep
and we wake at dawn in the silent sun.

We wake in the hungry glare of red dawn
and the visions of heaven we sang sweet
poof vanished in the cold ash of time,
and we shiver in the ring of gray stones,
staring down at the indifferent soil
of the windy shore where the river flows,
and try to remember the truth we dreamed
when the stars twinkled bright with perfect hope
that seems so strange now in the laughing wind,
so we wash our faces and sit by trees.

We sit together in the careless breeze
in the ring of stones where the river flows
and the sunlight gleams on the leaping waves
while birds chirp the secrets that we forgot
when we danced all night to the aching tune
of the song that echoes faint in our ears,
and somewhere deep in my heart I recall
dim flashes of visions conjured by words
that I sang with the melody of hope
so I hum to the beat of my cold heart.

I breathe deep the breeze of the river waves
and hum in harmony with fluttering leaves
then sing out loud the wavering melody
that spirals outward from my aching heart
as I walk among faces of my clan
and chant sweetly to inspire them with faith
that we are still alive another day
so they all rise slow and follow my steps
to the river where sunlight sparkles joy
that wells from the sorrows of anguished hope.

I kneel on the shore where the river flows
and pluck berries and mushrooms from the grass
and they gather nuts and eggs from the trees
while others pluck herbs from bushes and shrubs,
then we gather again in ring of stones
and strong hands strike stones to spark crackling fire
that shimmers bright as the sun in blue sky,
and someone watches for men with sharp spears
while we brew new potion in cauldron wine
that flashes our hearts with love when we drink.

The men from the castle on horses came
and burned our homes in hot flames of their greed
and drove us from the fertile land we tilled,
so we fled into grim hills where crags stand
and howl in bleak winds that blow from wild sea,
and here we gather in old ring of stones
to drink sweet wine of berries and mushrooms
and dance all night under the timeless stars
to sing the sorrows of our aching hearts
in ancient melodies of sweet despair.