Landscapes

Out of the windowpane, horizon unfolds
The spell cast upon my land blurs my blue eyes…
Ancient feel, a time long gone, earth power unleashed
Vestige of a dying day, dusk setting over woods centuries old

The starlit sky, the zenith moon, so pale
Cold wintry light, ignite with crystal fires these landscapes clad in snow

Close my eyes, fear forgotten in the ancestral night
Deep into my dreaming world, I’m one with the creation
I breathe my freedom, I yield to the majesty, the beauty,
Mesmerizing certainty that I do live…

A perfumed breeze, warmth on my skin, iced winterland gone
The arching of the higher dome, night kneeling to the grace of a new dawn

On birches white, prime growth of life is born
Blessed summer flame, enshroud my wild domain, a wraith on fiery wings

Elder age, where man taught the earth the law of pain
Whispering and calling forth, she’s pleading for remembrance
I grieve, I do still breathe the lost innocence and wisdom,
Though I’m part of younger flawed humanity…