The Mystic's Dream

A Clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that my heart is longing
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
Eyes declare a truce of trust
Then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home

So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Now I feel... feel you move
And Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.

Clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

The Bonny Swans

A farmer there lived in the north country
hey hee ho and a bonny o
He had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
hey hee ho and a bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o

Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
hey hee ho and a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
the swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
hey hee ho and a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
the swans swim so bonny o

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
hey hee ho and a bonny o
Til she came to a miller's dam
the swans swim so bonny o

The miller's daughter, dressed in red
hey hee ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make her bread
the swans swim so bonny o

Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
hey hee ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
the swans swim so bonny o
They laid her on the bank to dry
hey hee ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
the swans swim so bonny o

He made harp pins of her fingers fair
hey hee ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swims so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
hey hee ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
hey hee ho and a bonny o
There was the court, assembled all
Swan swims bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
hey hee ho and a bonny o
Straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o

And there does sit my father the King
hey hee ho and a bonny o
Yonder sits my mother the Queen
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
hey hee ho and a bonny o
By him William, sweet and true
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
hey hee ho and a bonny o

The Dark Night Of The Soul

Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead

    Oh night thou was my guide
    Oh night more loving than the rising sun
    Oh night that joined the lover
    to the beloved one
    Transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire 'twas led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress wall
the wind would his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lover's breast
And care and grief grew dim
As in the morning's mist became the light

There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

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Marrakesh Night Market

Gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
Poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
Smoke swirls up and then it dies

    Would you like my mask?
    Would you like my mirror?
    Cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    You can look at each other
    or you can look at the face... the face of your god

The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound

The lessons are written
on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
is casting the flame a winsome smile

Full Circle

Stars were falling deep in the darkness
as prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear
so calmly you were calling your god

Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert
such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before
Was this the question, pulling, pulling, pulling you
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?

Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter
covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?

The Two Trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
And those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling branches bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Prospero's Speech

Now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint: now t'is true
I must be here confined by you

But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,

Which was to please

Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free