When the moon on a cloud cast night
Hung above the treetops' height
You sang me of some distant past
That made my heart beat strong and fast
Now I know I'm home at last.
You offered me an eagle's wing
That to the sun I might soar and sing
And if I heard the owl's cry
Into the forest I would fly
And in its darkness find you by.
And so our love's not a simple thing
Nor our truths unwavering
But like the moon's pull on the tide
Our fingers touch, our hearts collide
I'll be a moonsbreath from your side...
Words by Loreena McKennitt
Showing posts with label treetops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label treetops. Show all posts
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Samhain Night
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clouds,
moon,
Profound love,
treetops
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