Gossamer
The withered wings of the sparrow bring a song
Over the moonlit lawn
Lost in her
His fickle heart beats the blood that heats the night
Into a violet dawn
Calls to her
Thoughts recur
A flash of color, contingencies divide
They sing a silent song
Mother me, carry me on
Over the heather
When I wake
Give me a way
Gossamer
She slows the seasons, in sorrow seizes night
And now it's time to die
Calls to her
The faintest flutter, a stirring from inside
Now open to the light
Mother me, carry me on
Over the heather
When I die
The sparrow will fly away home
Gossamer
The withered wings of the sparrow bring a song
Over the moonlight lawn
There is a mourning song with the promise of day
Morning light if you go the right way...