You pay in blood and soul
When the barrier between the worlds is whisper
When magic, old magic, sings
The truth of the Earth itself
Lures the Spirits from their tombs
From the dying pyre in the darkest forest
Where once I prayed for forgiveness
The sad clouds scatter
Calling things that don't have names
To have a life of their own,
Not an existence doled by others
The Tree of Life
The Garden of Eden
Their shadows come from the light
Lives with me, deep inside
Standing comfortably within its mystery
In tune with nature,
In tune with ourselves
In alignment with our all
The essence that can bind
A collective force reawakening on the Earth.

Gypsy