You are so comfortable
I am so tired
I fall into your pillow
and fall, and fall.

Your shadow leads me
to paths dark and narrow
the mountain is high
but I do not fear.

You move in grace
around granite and heather
in mist shrouded woods
and fields soaked with dew.

We rest by the stream
you and offer me water
the deer and the trout
come to your bidding.

They offer themselves
to be part of us
we bless them together
they give us their strength.

The trees give their fruits
the plants, their berries
the roots and the leaves
heal body and mind.

They offer themselves
to be part of us
we bless them together
they give us their strength.

In divine silence
we move once again
by ruins of old towers
with tales to tell.

Of beauty in love
of truth in honour
of frustration and pain
and wicked deceit.

I walk on behind you
my eyes on your cloak
of old crimson velvet
and follow in peace.

You show me a tree
with branches so high
and beneath the surface
the roots are so deep.

"When you can't see me"
She spoke to my mind
"I am like the tree
that will speak to thee".

I feel so alive
I'm rising and rising
The day is before me
as I rest by this tree.

- Greyzone