swilow
Bluelight Crew
Set the controls for the Sun ov the Heart....
Swift is the pungeance
arising from spring blooming
floral offerings to the loftiest goddess-
She, swathed in purple and green
of the forests, who's countenance
shifts in the canopy's shade
Fertile and nubile and wise
as the ancient trees, whose somber memories
are locked in their leaves
Which fall at the feet of these
lords of the tree-land,
Paying obeisance to the goddess in me.
By dying we have life and
wild lands agree here, we see here
a passing away and rebirth
In rot and in ruin rise-
death and decaying brings-
only new life to the palace called Earth
And she watches over
Her hair, the corona of a star
that a planet has worhsipped since yore
And we watch the sunlight-
pierced by the foliage-
seering the dying into shapes to grow more
And abundance is here in this
Memory of Eden. And maybe this memory
will replenish itself
All hymns of creation-
whence life has awakened might
usher in dawn to the Garden again.
Let us pray....
arising from spring blooming
floral offerings to the loftiest goddess-
She, swathed in purple and green
of the forests, who's countenance
shifts in the canopy's shade
Fertile and nubile and wise
as the ancient trees, whose somber memories
are locked in their leaves
Which fall at the feet of these
lords of the tree-land,
Paying obeisance to the goddess in me.
By dying we have life and
wild lands agree here, we see here
a passing away and rebirth
In rot and in ruin rise-
death and decaying brings-
only new life to the palace called Earth
And she watches over
Her hair, the corona of a star
that a planet has worhsipped since yore
And we watch the sunlight-
pierced by the foliage-
seering the dying into shapes to grow more
And abundance is here in this
Memory of Eden. And maybe this memory
will replenish itself
All hymns of creation-
whence life has awakened might
usher in dawn to the Garden again.
Let us pray....
