VOYAGE OF BRAN (1)
For what reason
Does she call the Raven King,
Arcing over the waters to a safe land?
She is wedded to the song, blossom and fruit,
Calling from afar.
No matter where we turn
The music is invisible.
It sinks so deep that we sleep
And see what we cannot see,
Wish what we cannot know,
Set sail in hope on small boats,
Our lives no longer holding us
On their certain courses.
Cast adrift to find joy,
To measure it and move on
As the visions shift
And prophecies grow stronger.
We, in turn, become more, and less,
Floating above, sinking below.
The Raven sung by love to rest.
And restless shall they be
With and without this world.
The taste of the tree,
Never quite enough.
Never seen again,
Melting into the music.
Oh! Silver Branch!
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VOYAGE OF BRAN 2
I turn back to see the future,
To see what has been missed.
A silver rent sings across the sky,
Laughter that only a world can make.
I know we dream, but do not know how to awaken,
Or if it is wise.
Water birds are screaming lies,
Hearts sink deeper into permafrost.
The smudge of sneers on too many faces.
Truth that was struggling is dead.
Best not to speak at all.
Let the world in, though,
That impossible branch of song,
To new pathways, new biologies.
Look back.
Has it not all been written of before?
simonhlilly 