Poems from Amber Mahogany
Two nighinggales whisper in the moonlight
The phoenix rises at the bright of morning
A mocking bird flys singing a tune
And Bluebirds go...
The moon is lit
And its beauty surpasses
What it reflects
It feels like home to me
We've made it to a journey end
We have come so far
I wait for you
They say to leave
They say you have been barred
I wait for you in humble...
Mother mine,
Don't you cry
Dry your eyes
Look up where the angles fly
Shadow's careful pawsteps there
Katze's watchful eyes do glare...
I speak the language of the forest
I speak the language of the trees,
I talk to rabbits and all creatures
Even those remain unseen
I hear...