The reflection of stained gla** colors your face.
The light of day echoes your skin.
Giving summer's beauty, the rightness of warmth.
These words in your mouth
Bring the sadness of a thousand winters.
Confusion builds a fire.
The smoke must clear to see and breathe.
The magic contained in the braiding of your hair.
A spirit entwined in ritual knowing.
A gift, a token of the unexplained.
A grief that haunts me
To the ends of my mind.
Confusion builds a fire.
The smoke must clear to see and breathe.