A sound remote swings by, is gone
The trav'ler turned his head, looked on
Upon the far-off plains of white
Her song rekindled earth and sky

The church bells masked all signs of war
Past fences drawn o'er cliffs and ford
Over the meadow of a summer's spell
Came the trav'ler with his rusted sword

"I saw her by my candle's light
Where twilight summoned shadows 'round
Amazed how she could stand at all
For spread in clay, her roots were found

The scent of river, birds, and leaves
Replaced my fears of the waving moor
And all the things she locked inside
Were weaved with legends, lie, and lore

And all her breathless prayers rest
On softest drapes close to her breast
Her thorns she bore for naught but show
One touch, they fell apart like snow

And still beneath the cyprus trees
Wherever the wind should wander to
The moon stood waiting for the sea
A symphony, heard by only a few

Her words delivered a whole heart's warmth
Though autumn chills had stripped her bare
She laughed as one who knew about tears
While holding fast in brittle air

Each day the fatal casement grew
As bitter circles are known to cling
Closed in the grove of all she knew
And shackled like a lifeless thing

To love her was my one salvation
A wound that had been patched with tears
The wind died out along the night
And masked the passing of the year

Turn the hourglass on its head once more
And return to her side like before
Clouds splotched and daubed like water stains
Spilled mists that tamed the fire's flame

Again we are the wind's inheritance
The moon becomes a ghostly steed
That gallops its way across the moor
Through skies pitched forward at my feet"

Where waters rolled out like ivory keys
None held back their tears and hearts became kind
And now all nature stands at attention
Her beauty laid out in perfect time

Upon the far-off plains of white
The lonely hawk curved in its flight
A song remote swings by, is gone
The trav'ler turned his head, urged on