come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing
the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir
sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send
the red orange orb embarked
turns now the day to darkest darkand hear the ancient voices sing
the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir
sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send
the red orange orb embarked
and moonbeams bleed in random flighttheir crimson silence in the night
on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke
and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with radiant light
the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown
the day of knowledge fully come
the signs from heaven now are done
come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring
come live inside my fettered dream
~
would you like to hear these words spoken?
8 comments:
I'm running out of adjectives for what you do here, Gypsy. This entire sequence is beautiful and powerful. And as always, the images fit perfectly!
but you do always find just the right words, trish - which i cherish so! and i thank you!
[the images are details of a nolde - and you know how i love nolde!] ;)
Thank you for adding the audio link. It's very enjoyable to listen to the beautiful words you write. xo
oh, and i'm so happy you like the audio - i switched up recorders and converters etc etc and am back on track a bit! still shocked over how much southern drawl i have! ;)
It flows beautifully but I actually found the words frightening, like they are too big to be heard. and maybe too true
oh, rick! how in the world are you!!! so great to have you come by - i know - about the words - i feel the same way - it's worse because i write them - well, because they write themselves through me - i'm just a conduit sometimes - most times - which is even scarier! ;) and in thinking that very thing just moments ago, i've already decided on my next post tomorrow - much lighter - so do drop by again then! hugs - j
Apocalyrical thunder in the breast!
for sure, steppenwolf, for sure! wonderful to have you come by - your visits always add a touch of sunshine here! ;)
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