I was born as Capricorn

Rose in the evening sky

Eleven degrees out to the east

A time of endless sky

Once, time rolled like jelly

It crept its way in slow

It showed me far horizons

That glittered just like gold

I walked beside the ocean

And held my mother's hand

My soul was new inside my skin

Time was different then

Then one day, it shifted

Like someone closed a door

But how could I forget it

That place of open shore

I think of the beginning

When I had open eyes

I think of the beginning

When I had endless sky

I wish I could go back there

And trade this earthly gold

I wish I could go back there

To watch it all unfold

Dreams were just like memories

I felt them rushing in

Dreams were just like memories

They told me everything

Time, the rarest sunken treasure

Time, the darkest depths

Time is just a dream, I think

A dream that can't be kept.

You used to come calling

But now I hear nothing

Away from your graces

I feel myself falling

When I reached out my hand

You held it so tight

You kept my soul close

In a lantern of light

Once, I was gone

I had my great fall

But I heard golden music

That time I was lost

God, let it find me

That future I knew

I will open my eyes

And see clear to you

I wait for its golden notes

To call me

I wait for the day

That again

It will know me

From this sick bed, I'll rise

So hold close, your light

The future is calling

It rips through the night

When I open my eyes

The future will sing

Your love is like music

It plays on the wind.

You speak to me in color

When all the world is black

From high and lonely places

Your vision pulls me back

Language blooms in color

Violets, golds, and greens

Kaleidoscopic symmetries

Draped in earthly dreams

I came upon a vision

Once when I was lost

I came upon a vision

Shipwrecked upon the rocks

If my own eyes had not seen it

I could have looked away

In color, I see clearly

What words cannot explain

The vision burned so brightly

Word traveled on the wind

The masses came to see it

To hold it in their hands

Diviners holding science

Wielding sacred maths

With blinded eyes, they killed it

That vision on the sand

Language cannot capture

That which can't be named

They had no way to see it

Oh, how they tried, in vain

When navigation fails me

When I am lost at sea

I travel on the tradewinds

To shipwrecks far away

Many hands have lifted me

From drowning in the sea

Many eyes have met me

To gaze eternity

Do you think

That's what life is

A beautiful shipwreck

Visions of color

In the black

Churning sea

From the old

Sunken wreckage

Where all souls

Are shipwrecked

New life grows

From the bottomless sea.

I go down to the water

By the weeping willow tree

I think of you

With the sun in your eyes

The river runs on to the sea

Sing me a memory

Play me a song

Here at the crossroads, I stand

I'll follow you anywhere

I don't care if we're lost

We'll find the river again.

Born upon the shipwrecked coast

On the day of fools

She kept a light for stranded ghosts

And gathered up the wool

To keep from being lonely

She filled her head with dreams

She never lost a stranded thought

In the gathering

She liked to fall off edges

And never hit the ground

She liked to fall off edges

And wander in the clouds

She had no use for anchors

To hold her to this world

They would only trap her here

And bind, once more, her soul

She liked to fall off edges

And let her heart grow wings

Love was just like endless flight

A wish to fall again

She fell in love with shipwrecked ghosts

And gathered strands of wool

For every heart is made the same

The brave heart and the fool

She found her way through darkness

Through lifetimes lost at sea

For souls who have not shipwrecked yet

The rocks, they cannot see.

Tied to the mast

Wreckless and bent

Tonight the crow

Flies the nest

I will stay here

Tied to the wreck

Under blue sky

My heart is kept

I keep empty pockets

For runaway dreams

The things I can't hold

In my hands

I mourn the sky

I miss the sea

Under the willows

I stand

The clouds in the sky

Remind me that I

Have a long way

To climb

Tied to the mast

My life has been spent

I hold my dreams

In my hands.

Listen now, my child

I will tell you where I'm from

A place of shifting shelter

Where to live you must hold on

Black night breaths inside the womb

That births the golden dawn

Earth gives way beneath the feet

And to live you must hold on

The seaside strums a lullaby

That only brave hearts hear

The sound of storms descending

Grows deep within the ear

Where the firmament is orange

And the ocean, emerald green

Where every storm must be outrun

And the sun is seldom seen

The sky, it cries, like banshees howl

And the coast has sharpened horns

If ever you are stranded there

Remember to hold on

This place, my son, has sharpened teeth

Take care not to get caught

Far-off storms will find you there

Pinned up against the rocks

Should you fight the current

My son, you will be drowned

The ocean is a wild thing

Untamed and unbound

Your worries draw the angry sky

In the place where I am from

My dear, you mustn't let it hear

Or soon you will be found

By the time you hear the thunder

The birds will all be gone

The petrel and the albatross

Fly out before the storm

When pirates robbed the ancient hull

They called upon the storm

Billowing and echoing

The thunder clouds were born

Such cargo is the devil's own

A ship destined to wreck

Son, you mustn't use such gold

To pay your earthly debts

Don't get lost in worry

For you are not like me

You are from a different place

Where hope survives the sea

Where the firmament is orange

And the ocean, emerald green

You are from a different place

Where hope survives the sea.

I'll be gone before the rooster crows

I can see the open road

There's nowhere else I want to go

I can see the open road

Take all of my troubles

And shove them in the ground

I don't need them

Walking around

I bequeath my possessions

To the holy lord

My pockets will be empty

When I reach the golden doors

I'm gonna wash my mind of this earthly mud

I can see the open road

I'm gonna see the stars when I look up

I can see the open road

Take all of my sorrows

And put them on a train

Where I'm going

There ain't no rain

I'm gonna sleep under

The willows

And burn away the days

No dark clouds

Will keep the sunshine away

I'm gonna reach for the sky and fill my cup

I can see the open road

I'm gonna thank the lord when it opens up

I can see the open road

What I have to gain

Is nothing more to lose

Where I'm going

There ain't no blues

Only golden sky

Shining on my back

And the holy grail

Down the railroad tracks.

Some say that it is sleeping

But the land here is awake

In the flowering vines that climb the trees

And the rings that faeries make

Sap moves in the sugar trees

Blue iris paint the lake

The heart renews its vision

When the hillside comes awake

The wisdom of the wild place

Restores our second sight

In the darkest groves of hemlock

I have seen the bristling light

In the deepest part of winter

When the ice holds still the lake

Our hearts, they guard the vision

Of the land when it awakes

Should the faeries trick you

And your berries fall to blight

What winter winds may wither

The sun restores to life

We mourn our stolen vision

When the flowers fall to frost

In the deepest part of winter

When the light is nearly lost

Boughs and branches quake and bend

Before the winter thaw

The redwinged blackbirds sing again

In the wild fens and bogs

The earth gives rise in ebbs and sighs

In yellows and in greens

New daffodils have sprung to life

Beneath the sugar trees

The forest floor is rising

Ferns fumble toward the sun

The hermit thrush is back again

She sings her ancient song

The melting snow, it sinks below

To meet the rushing stream

The treefogs and the summer toads

Awaken from their sleep

The wisdom of the wild place

Restores our second sight

In the darkest groves of hemlock

I have seen the bristling light.

We come from the pines

From the low country dirt

Where the water runs red

And the fire trees grow

From the earth, we pull iron

From barrens and bogs

We drink from the sky

When the summer rains fall

Pitch pines bleed

Onto white sugar sand

The deer and the vulture

Reign over this land

Ash is our history

Our beginning and end

Angels and devils

Circle this land

They come down as lightning

As thunder and wind

They go up as ash

Where the fire trees stand

On the ash, travel memories

Of the earth sunken in

What falls down the hole

Shall crawl out again

It comes out at night

It howls on the wind

It keeps to the woods

Where the fire trees stand

Our plants, they drink blood

Our sand drinks the rain

We know that which dies

Will come back again

In a land that is barren

We've learned to breath fire

Our devils grow wings

Our angels grow tired

That which has fallen

Shall rise up again

We come from the iron

Where the fire trees stand.

A star fell from

The cold March sky

And landed in my eyes

I dropped it in the ocean

As I stumbled in the light

I go back

Every winter

When March is in its ides

When all the world has withered

And narrowed in its sight

When the earth

Has frozen solid

And the knuckles have grown white

When blood moves just like cedar sap

And wounds have open eyes

I go back

Every winter

When March is in its ides

I stare across the ocean

When the new moon starts to rise

I open up

My hands

To catch the falling light

This time, I will not drop it

This time, I won't lose sight

I promise

To surrender

And look toward the sky

I promise

To surrender

And nevermore lose sight.

They come out every twilight

Beyond the castle walls

The ghosts that search the highlands

For the kingdom that was lost

I've seen their muddy footprints

Out by horse head's bog

Oak trees choked with spider's thread

Laid waste by knopper galls

This used to be the highlands

Back before the fall

We were cursed into the lowlands

To live inside the fog

The cobwebs on the doors grow thick

The hawthorn have all galled

The rust, it sticks

The wind, it whips

The castle doors are barred

You can see our kingdom glowing

Out past hag's head cliff

When the evening sun begins to set

And the west wind starts to shift

These ghosts, they haunt the highlands

That fell into the sea

They scale the cliffs at twilight

Searching for the key

Their eyes, they glow like torches

With hollow mouths, they scream

They rule the wind and water

Of the kingdom that sank in

They rise up from the bogs at night

When the corncrake starts to cry

The lowland peat begins to shift

The full moon starts to rise

They search in vain for entrance

To the kingdom lost at sea

The castle doors grow barnacles

The halls are choked with weeds

Far off on the hillside

By Saint Macreehy's grave

The eel will mark the headstones

Of the ones that come awake

The eel, she travels freely

The water gives her sight

The ocean is her looking glass

To glimpse the other side

Without the sun, without the wind

The kingdom fell to rot

The scarlet scourge of witch broom gall

Has made the ash roots soft

The ghosts wail at the castle doors

To curse the fallen king

The king calls in the cloaking fog

The gods call in the wind

They come out every twilight

Beyond the castle walls

The ghosts that search the highlands

For the kingdom that was lost.

The blackbird looks for treasures

To line her winter nest

The season in the north is long

And shallow in its rest

For those who are the seers

The blackbird gives them sight

That which has been cast to earth

She brings back to the sky

The sky comes down in wintertime

And rests upon the river

It sings the tired land to sleep

And wakes the blackbird's vision

She rises from the wishing well

Unearthing golden treasures

Long lost dreams and golden threads

The rarest sunken relics

The sun has caught a shiny thing

The blackbird, she is falling

Her feathers catch the spider's web

Into earth, she's tumbling

I heard a song from long ago

One night when I was dreaming

The blackbird trapped inside the well

Had brought to me a vision

The sun had dropped

The moth was caught

The spider's web was shimmering

That which comes her way this night

Shall stay with her 'til morning

She comes into my dreams at night

From underground, she's calling

To let her heart grow brave again

She practices her falling

She likes to brush with darkness

To let her heart grow strong

She takes the thread from underground

And ties it to the sun

I see her in the white birch tree

She waits there for the dawn

That which has been cast to earth

She brings back to the sun.