Oh mother I am darkness, rich and seeded darkness.
A mystery, a rhythm, a vine, the night.
Like shadows between the imprints of leaves, piercing
through the well-worn paths, rewoven into dreams.
Oh mother I am darkness, rich and seeded darkness.
A mystery, a rhythm, a vine, the night.
Like shadows between the imprints of leaves, piercing
through the well-worn paths, rewoven into dreams.