Elysian Fields Follow

we belong to an old old wood
no one’s ever understood
these knots are eyes to an odyssey
beyond the rings
of the cypress tree
but if you’re very very quiet
you just might
come in, come in
come in to the light
how to forge a path
through the thickets and the vines
how to find a way
beyond what’s left behind
the fallen ones
the crushing tons
it’s getting thicker all the time
we belong to an old old wood
can’t say that it’s done much good
but you could meet
with a rain owl’s gaze
and drink from a stream
where the starlight plays
but if you’re very very quiet
you just might
come in come in
come in to the light
it might appear, was never here
the tendrils creep, they never sleep
and if you’re very very quiet
you just might
very very quiet
come in come in
come in to the light