Snow on the trees.
Silence falls on soil and seas.
Under all that death and decay
seeds lie in the ground.
And I can feel her sleep
deep inside her golden retreat.
A thousand fires breathing as one
keeping her safe and warm.
And in her dream she calls
my name out and together we soar
into the darkness where the sun is born,
where nothing matters but the love we’ve known.
I hear her sing.
She paints new colours on my skin,
makes new landscapes from my bones,
weaving starlight into form.
And all the pain is gone
as she fills me with her song.
Nothing can resist this sweet tide.
Nature’s joy to be alive.
And when the light returns
I feel it running through my dragon veins.
I breathe out her honeyed dream.
Across the land life begins again.
And when the soft wind blows
and nectar from the blossoms flows,
when beauty, hope and courage grow
“It’s time to go”
she tells the hive
“to leave the dream to thrive”.