Eleusis

[Guest guest]

Watch you well.

The winds now tell

of matchless beauty born

The single sun

has saved us from

the sorrow of the thorn.

 

In meaning bright

the morn's first light

does gleam on blooded wing,

to lure the song

of righted wrong

and wake our hearts to sing.

 

From one we know

and one must go

to find the blessed peace.

In darkened way

our children play

hoping for release

 

So gird your mantle close around

and look to these dark skies,

to seek the one to take us home

behind the lovers eyes.

 

Mace