The Song of Dew

The sun has set
The Wind has blown
Into the breathing Night ...

When larks will hide
And ravens fly
I dance on rays of Light ...

The Dew of night
The Tears of day
Will lay upon the earth ...

But I will sing
The Song of life
With fire, from my birth ...


All that I know are the woods, the plains,
Their humming and magic sound.
The wind of the mountain sings on my lips,
My soul laughs and spins, unbound.

And then I am covered, with shadows and leaves,
Eternity, and soul.
I listen to silence, wind, and night's breath.
Even alone, I'm whole.