Winterland Skies -or- Morning Star brings the Light

tribute to a fallen star.

“Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.”

--Memnoch the Devil - Ann Rice

You were a fist of clay Struck by a falling star And in the disarray The mold broke into dust

You were an open book Yet the words were so arcane It was the world that shook As your magic lit the skies

‘But I love you,’ …said the sun to the moon ‘But I love you,’ …said the knife to the wound

Upon the precipice With grace, plans formulate And with a soulful kiss Dark Heaven opened wide

Into the lore of time The songs reverberate The fury of its chimes Unhinged the door to dreams

‘But I love you,’ …said the sun to the moon ‘But I love you,’ …said the knife to the wound

Into forever’s halls The legend reverberates In lost and distant lands Echoes jettisoned in time