- Beaneath A Woodland Moon
A time, it was beneath the loving moon,
Upon the flute he played his gentle tunes
She stared, entranced, into the danicng fire
And neither thought beneath the loving moon
The candle flames flickered in the wind
Overhead, the trees began to sing
Silver moon and silver spirits wept
- Bethlehem
Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last...
A song of old a breath away from the past...
One alone - one whose heart was for all.
Ah, they said, one who'd come for us all...
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world
A breath of the Godhead in Man, sweet sunlight in turn
- Oak Machine
Noble sun and mighty earth
Wound you in light and gave you birth
Skyward streaming through many an age
O beastof the Duir, with starry rage!
With oracle hand and Sacred Glade,
As a king you danced - in moonlight made
Mightier still in her silvery breath,
- Portrait
Laugh with me,
By the stars...
Laugh withe me!
Let me take you by the hand,
To wander through the twisted woods,
Where the May apples grow,
To hear Taliesin's harp dritfting through the trees
- Sunset Hypnos
I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire
I'm deafened by bleeding, the tolling of lust.
Where day sings its farewell, slashes the skies,
Stabbed by the moon spell
Broken, deranged
The fray of the sunset, lays crimson the folds
- Thirteen
If thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god's eyes
Beaming with the Thirteen skies
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a thrill of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet Thirteen