the stones song
- Posted Feb. 24, 2012 by Mawey Viewed 4770 times
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laying awake on my rugged bed of straw, i find my mind occupied with the stones song i heard in the deep. those stones had me coming. they sang for me. and they meant to to speak of importance, of meaning, of fate.
this stone melody is simple. a shift from a single note,already high, slowly shifting up, and up, and UPPER-UP, elating my soul into another dream so powerful that neither the sud they call beer here has any competing joy to offer, nor the blue salt would make me reach such vividness. but there is darkness vibrating in it as well, which only i realize when feeling my skin's hair reacting to the fine vibe. a full spectrum of tones.
these words, ancient they sound and bitter and sweet, are more than prayer, more than a shout and a call. there is a line of thought i must follow. there is a light that will shine. there is, as i feel my eyelids closing with weight, an awareness of me, bright like one of the wandering stars i so often saw above the lake in the night. bright and too fast for me to fixate.
”come with me…"?
i am not finished here. i am not meant to be held. those things that i learn while i mix tinctures and balms and fill flasks with essence, those herding skills i acquired when the packbeasts where mine, the words that i've learned, the people i met, and all of the horrors that i have been spared from, all the story i gather is leading somewhere.
and the song of the stones is singing my path:
come with me
to the towers of doom
meet the old man
and what he has buried there
ring the moon bell
revive it's pale face
lead then the strangers
to become one kin again
the sky to be opened
the sea to be swallowed
and hiding my tears -
i trusted you always
i will trust you again.
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