In Gowan Ring lyrics

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RIVERTIME TOME
(Bubbles, Bogs, Infinities and the Magic Lace Game)

born of bubblie waterspun
a Magic Lace Game
three faced in one gold braided frame
green all the grasses of wold and tree
branched infinitlie
wicket keepers have gone
wicket keepers have come
rivertime reels and unravels it's tome
with the jangling of metal
the clanging of stone, to wherry-ride
the Fisherking's ship blood and bone
where seals of fire wheel in the sky
turn around and around...
chanting the tone of bowery found
stringing the strands come unwound
where branches lowly bow
across the shallow ford
our watercress grows
blooming flowers & grassie floors
wicket keepers have gone
wicket keepers have come
rivertime reels and unravels its song
you drink from my mouth
as I drink from another
the smoke rizes, the ashe descends
cleft in twain, made whole again
...no beginning, no end, no beginning
ONE SILVER RING
when I was a child I buried my dreams
they grew up all twisted and flowered up rings
since I've been a child I've carried my rings
of broken up dreams and things I've forgotten
One Silver Ring we are playing a game
we don't know the names of anything
while I'm still a child
I'll only play games that never end
only change the ways of the playing
weaving the strands, coupling the bands
apex to apex, a latticed array
when I am only a child, I will grow all my strains
of colourful schemes in courses a spinning
glimmering wild, the All Tangled Twine
these threads weave all changed
a sheen irridescent
One Silver Ring we will play with the game
and change all the ways of everything.
THE TWIN TREES
your mouth whispers a silver stone
your eyes mimic a tree whose
leaves have all but few fallen
your symbol calls to my symbol
your lips whisper a silver stone
as weather we into trees
as weather we into twin trees
entwined but nowhere bound
connected, nowhere attached
your fruit mixes with my fruit
your roots they are buried within me
as within you, my roots are buried
your Symbol enflows my Symbol
your branches wrappled round my branches
as weather we into trees
as weather we into twin trees
entwined but nowhere bound
connected, nowhere attached
ONE SILVER RING
when i was a child i buried my dreams
they grew up all twisted and flowered up rings
since I've been a child I've carried my rings
of broken up dreams and things I've forgotten
One Silver Ring we are playing a game
we don't know the names of anything
while I'm still a child
I'll only play games that never end
only change the ways of the playing
weaving the strands, coupling the bands
apex to apex, a latticed array
when I am only a child, I will grow all my strains
of colourful schemes in courses a spinning
glimmering wild, the All Tangled Twine
these threads weave all changed
a sheen irridescent
One Silver Ring we will play with the game
and change all the ways of everything.
CUPPED HANDS SPELL
cupped hands spell of ties unbroken
clasped on my locus a wistful token
sift thru the loriel hour
alight, delicately wrought away
the images pinned upon scrolls of thought
am I to warm? Am I to bleed?
morrow prithy fair you to me bring
a royal purple, a burning red
a green grown wild of stem and blade
as clever as snakes, as innocent as doves
painted in you, my twin mother child love
hidden in the stealthiest grasses unseen
time trickers we aside this upturned tree
a leafy wreath for your petalled head
a grassy crown for me
as naked we lay newly cleaved
sewn at the outer stitched place of our grace
a root reaching pliant thru our base
pulled taut form of white smiling palm
turned upwards and thin so to walk well upon
all deeper hues on the insides we knew
pulsing wave ocean vein
skin covered earth and dew
all silvered smooth in gloriole's imbue
thimble and thread
of my true lovers loom
sun setting amber far over the sky
and evening has waxed us all in laurea
arranging flowers: heart and star meshed
a petal fall all in your hair on your breast
a garlanding mantle, trestle and stave
loping tacitly our caroly glade
of royal purple, of burning red
of green grown wildly wherever we bed
as clever as snakes, as innocent as doves
cradled in you, my twin mother child love.