Shadow behind the sun, the echo of her words,
Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the Byrds,
Brimming lives at stake, my friend, as all hearts ache;
Years pass by like phantoms, passions of the heart
Stalk in silence the silence of her heart, faeries take their part.
Forget what you remember, give and never take.
Lift the veil off the mysteries, see the lady of the lake. Silky torn up lace
Mirrors the wind in play, lighting shades drift night to day.
We need what’s been forgotten, the friendship of the ring,
We plead and beg and borrow, no time laid up in store,
See the half-created stillness at the centre of the roar,
Far beyond the gate, my friend, lies the garden
Of our dreams. Days fly by like dandelion seeds -
An evaporated gold wrapped within our dream:
A ghost written gleam of all that appears, or seems.