No Paths - A Dead Forest Index

Foreign sand apart from stones

To a form once lived and once known

Echo down

A light upon the ground

Echo down

Summit beneath the sound

Ageless cast in gold for unseen

To a point upwards to the gleam

Echo down

A light upon the ground

Echo down

Summit beneath the sound

Unfolding the endless, past clearing of time

Unfolding the endless, isle into the climb

In the current i felt the outside

Drifting patterns across the winter

In the current i felt outside

Distant voices upon the other, the other