The Mystic Dawn

I am the sun 

I am the rain

An eternal symphony

Stars shinning

In sulfer skies

Released

forever free

I will  weep 

And I will bleed

But only for thee

Mystic divine flower

I lay to rest

All that is 

I shine with the light

Of a thousand suns

And when I run

Angels rejoice

Sing o holy one

The Child returned

Hands of flames 

Kindle dreams

Fists of will that sculpt belief

The voices whisper

The voices speak

Follow now follow

O wondering child

I see thee

I see

With crimson eyes

Of winter blue

Skin so white you hide no lies

Skin as pale 

As ghosts of truth

The cold chills all that lives

And inside mother summers  seed Is born

Outside the womb all love is lost

Save us 

Ohh save us 

Ohh Mystic Dawn

A poem

By Liam Herdman

CTID