Ancient

Hear now the magical melody,

released from the bonds of time.

And we dance as a bee,

she who knows of good flowers,

devoted servant to all of nature.

We rise and we fall, to the rhythm

of an echoing ring in these notes,

ancestor harmonies,

long lost to the unwise.

Crowned with golden light,

Evidence!

Divine nature shines out.

We call up long sleeping dragons

Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!

Sparkling light shine,

reflection the silver moon,

simple beauty, hanging in the silky black curtain of beyond,

ever sister to our heart.

The first relation apart.

We know our place in the grand breath

casting golden threads,

connections to the web,

which has, is and will be, eternal.

We gaze, from our perch,

upon pulsing tendrils,

twisting in springs renewal with a rise, 

growth!

We hear the calling of our kin,

the voices we own.

The blood, eyes, sex and song,

harbingers who hark this very heart.

Tribes unfettered by destruction.

Awake! Awake! Awake!

Bringer of the red dawn cast forth an

ancient rising with our song!

S O Timpany

April 10, 2012