Behold the light
beyond the trees;
it speaks in tongues of ochre,
and brilliant ambers
reflecting true;
fiery;
aged;
unbroken

Blood red passages
direct my path
and cleanse my spirit
free.
Embrace my soul,
into your folds,
deliver the lessons I seek.

Behold the light,
this brilliant light,
so far beyond the trees.
An ancient voice
I clearly hear
in all that I do see.

In solitude
I longed for grace
among these aged stones.
Sing sweet praises to the gods
for all that they have shown;
through the light;
this blessed light;
this light that sweeps the skies,
and sets down truth
in simple tones,
in oceans long since dried.