Lyrics

Rooms of Exitation.

In the morning mist
Opening a window, slow
Birds perch on branches, glow
Like dewdrops brief as time in sunlight snow
Where mermaids gather sprouts of foam and sing their silent rhyme for now
The morning sun drips silence through the summer shouldered elms
The scent of honey overwhelms
Where flowered wings of insects sail the garden nectar realms
And during breakfast tea and lemons paint their pollen helms
And then at moments of wet crystals, released in sheeted shoals
The tepid rain falls on the surface of the ford, that is to say
Just when the sermons clinging to the bells at nunnery and noon two miles away.

A bubble grows
A circle is then largely drawn
On fish ponds on the sprinkled lawn
Then suddenly a smaller one
As Time walks into Rooms of Exitation
Day dreaming manifest, in hibernating grottos of pale light and recitation
The noon conch blows along a nameless river; knows
That weaving spruce winds do bring all the springtime evenings to my shadowed house

In times of spleen
When memory do rest like messages in bottles beached
Upon the heart’s desire, no one reached
A woman's haste exists on written leaves I touch
Arrival stays quite opulent and close for those who never oversleep or drowse
Fierce riders on the waters, darting here and there
Bright lotus fields and daisies swaying freely everywhere
Your ears must be filled with sounds of owls and falcons on your way
When climbing oaken hills in spiraling her Majesty the Lark's High Heights in May
The rustling of sweet feet through leaves of grass
Along the lee shore of wild mountains steepened pass
Beside stone avalanches moss of old
Awaiting tales and mysteries of the untold

A bubble grows
A circle is then largely drawn
On fish ponds on the sprinkled lawn
Then suddenly a smaller one
As Time walks into Rooms of Exitation
Day dreaming manifest, in hibernating caves of pale Resuscitation lights,
The night's late conch, when airy pressure blows
Along darkened, tumbling rivers in the shire
Where wondrous pine winds bring my painted lover
During summer nights in summer clothes
My shadowed house desire.