Daughter of the Mist

Eyes are yet hazy and shadows fill my vision
I’ve accepted the past I have made my decision
For whom I shall speak bears mortality forgotten
Faceless to One, His essence I have begotten

Through a beginning that has no beginning
Through an end that has no end I am grinning
The nature of two shall merge in the One
My spirit’s embered wings lead to the sun

The tides have risen and the sky has blackened
Urged upon a path of seaweed and bracken
Light pours from the sacred shell presaging dawn
Held high as a symbol for which our souls long

Old world shall pass into new, dark into light
Salve of the healers shall calm your fright
The song has ended yet a new one begins
The nature of two shall harmonize the rhythms

Though weary from the passage I may be
Lest the vision they shall grant me to see
Loses harmony, I continue through devotion
The journey to realize the base of human emotion

The sacred shell illuminates our potential
The vessel we travel utterly inconsequential
Old world consummates with new, dark into light
A child of the union reveals our gift of sight

The Creator, named by no familiar name
If heard uttered could render people insane
Strength must be nurtured through solitude
Alone yet collective in another realm by fortitude

The voices of all reveal a collective of One
The human spirit by which we have come
Reacts in balance to the physical illusion
Drums the One heartbeat, dancing the fusion

All is the spiral that aspires toward the stars
The dance of One broadcasts our prayers
Old into new and creation in destruction
End into one, one into end, our resurrection

And the beginning…the leaves have whispered
A song of no beginning and no end
The smile of the skies opened portals of potential
On and on the spiral ascends

Eyes are yet hazy and shadows fill my vision…