Arbouretum A Prism In Reverse
[Verse 1]
Morning entered briskly with a melody receeding
Underneath the water sinking in a well
There I go again [?]
Underneath the beams [?]
[Verse 2]
Here we laid our threads and here they interlace together
Join our voices like a prism in reverse
Here [?] transfigured [?]
As some flecks of dust flickered in shafts of sun
[Verse 3]
Once I held a map and stared down at the lines and legend
[?]
Past the boundries of that world another lay beyond it
Faintly stirring there [?]
[Verse 4]
In a grey robe as the others were her hair tucked under
[?] with a gentle [?]
Brought a finger to her lips as she bade them to follow
In the thicket of a dark unending wood