In the misty roll of the mountains
Where the jacarandas sleep
I found my place in the bracken
In the bracken my heart did weep
Solitude took my mood over
The weak sun obeyed the singer
Fear in the wind tangled my hair
As the lilies huddled in cluster
Fork-tongued trees were taunting
And sneering as they married the hour
Yet I knew that deep down within me
Ran the blood of an open flower
For I am a blood-heart orchid
And I bloom in a long forgotten land
In sweet hallowed fields of abandon
In the misty mountain�s hand
shalome � 2004