Behind Leaves And Vines
Mark Garrett
I was a pilgrim
And oh, I was lost
I looked from the forest, down to a river
The night, silver hands on my hair
There, in the closed-eye sky
I saw the clouds part to reveal her
Let my ignorance collapse
Let my tired eyes gain sight
She drank the Moon from the crystal riverbed
The world was silent, cold
She lifted her head
Great reverence in distance, piercing through branches
I stood behind the fallen birch
Snow falls
I stepped into the light
Nimble retreat
What beautiful heartache
In a moment so fleeting
What beautiful heartache
In a moment so fleeting