The Weave

Light First cry, language of the unheard Old ghosts dancing to a new birth Knit from souls, vanished, long gone Into one, a reaper's sideshow First step, open gates to homesteads Last thought, innocent and unscathed Tenth spring, sirens knitting mind-scapes Passion of the young, anchors aweigh He of myriad songs Of a lifelong call Cries its moment to the stars Rips a withering heart To fall apart The unweaving has begun The unweaving has begun To fall apart Rips a withering heart Cries its moment to the stars Of a lifelong call He of myriad songs The unweaving has begun Passion of the young, oh, anchors aweigh Tenth spring, sirens knitting mind-scapes Last thought, innocent and unscathed First step, open gates to homesteads Into one, a reaper's sideshow Knit from souls, vanished, long gone Old ghosts dancing to a new birth First cry, language of the unheard Light!