Midnight to morning; Day fall to candle
Earth wood and water; mellowed with magic
Wind on the moor land song-flame of Eden
Wooing the wild wood Mayday mantled

Airs from the piper gracious as rainbows
Mixed with the mist on distant mountains.
Fragments and phantoms
move through the half-light
Suffering nobly
Blamelessly build
The heavens of half-gods
Empires of reason
While each new King of Kings
Murders their dreams.

These islands are made of
starlight and distance
Whitethorn and wonder
Sea foam and mist
I’ll sing with your star-chant
Ghosts of the Greenwood
King in the hollow hills
Silent and still.

© Secret Green