| Mindstream Journeys (c)1996-2007 David Sulgrove |
| Waters Of The Lake dawns sunlight reflects on still blue waters as my paddle dips into the quiet lake sounds of ducks stirring beside dappled shore they seem to run across the once silent water then take flight into moisture laden air i lift my paddle and bring it down i watch the whirls and swirls form gently and quietly i reflect upon how they are much like life each person a universe a galaxy a star whirling and swirling for a time and then no more some are great lights some are small fires for me the other side of the lake awaits after all |
| Rainwood i breathe deeply the wet wild wood as an ice blue moon watches from a cloud covered frame i breathe the cool clean air every pore of my rainwater beaded skin breathes it in the language of birds caresses my senses with a variety of persuasive song sweet the pine scent on the big black cat with glowing yellow green eyes who has chosen me as friend entranced in the wilderness heart i breathe the life force within rainwood all the while daydreaming of ancient rituals |
| The Black Moor Crow riding along highland trails, haunted by ancient days. roaming dark castle walls, wondering in celtic ways. pausing to delight in the highland malt, smoked salmon grace my plate. hear the old ones whisper--- the black moor crow is on his way! long ago the bards sang their songs, told tales of mystery. the old gods still live on to this day in valiant memories. oh to be on the mountains high. to revel in the forests deep. see them where the ocean meets the skye. unlock the secrets that they keep. in dreams the night slips away; again I hear the old ones say; the black moor crow is on his way! the black moor crow is on his way! silver streams glisten with rainbow trout. red deer frolic in the mists drawn out. forest children unlock the secrets that they keep. the black moor crow never sleeps! the black moor crow never sleeps! we wind on down to the land of the lochs. hear nessie sing their ancient song. fill our cups with single malt, blink an eye and then it's gone. approaching darkened castle walls. laughing eyes welcome within. oh by the way did you know? the black moor crow is on his way! oh by the way did you know? the black moor crow is on his way! the black moor crow is on his way! |
| David Sulgrove(c)1996-2007 |
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| Ancient Tales slipping away on a cloudless vision ten thousand years are in a day mindless illusions disillusions and dreams are lost along the way you sit on your own all alone awaiting the angel to come and when he does finally approach you this is what he will say in times undreamed of before our losses at times we battled for days ask your questions i'll tell you no lies it was later then they had dreamed then the shadow of destiny wrapped it's dark cloak around after that what was left undone the feeling of alone their not sleeping their alone now they may ne'er return home |
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