The first half of an epic poem regarding the lives of two mythical children born in the state of nature.
In the shadow of the mountain, two children born
In the quaking fit of a summer storm
A midnight flash--their mother was lost,
A rippling echo in a lake of frost.
As their mother sank into the opposite world,
They saw her two reflections merge.
So every soul watches from two windows,
One death one life, one boy one girl.
In the shadow of the riverbed, they watched her flight--
In a golden mirror, a tree of light
And it bore a trunk down into the earth
Swinging all its branches like their mother in birth
It swung its branches like a mother in birth
And as they grew, they dripped with
The smell of the lemon tree
As if untrue, their trembling hands
Set strands of pollen free
Netting the flies and cleaving
The route of the bumblebee
Through air, that light was tearing
The night's blind trajectory
I was that tree. You were my earth.
I knew your touch before my birth.
And when my leaves fell with the frost,
You were the roots I never lost.
And when the night shouldered the air,
Blanketing all, blinding and fair,
I was that cry. Night was my song--
Star-spattered sky, I will belong.
from For the Sky
track released April 1, 2010
Amy Klein - guitar, vocals
Yoed Nir - cello, electric cello, toy xylophone
Jessie Nelson - drums
Greg Sullivan - bass, bells
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