Words of a Child:
I gaze with agazement
At a world without name
Beneath cloudy raiment
From whence now I came
I hear as the grass grows
At soring's tender hhard
My heart pumps green hillows
To every steam
Both:
A trouvere of a new May
In butterfly's fane
I,m a note of the great lay
Composed by the main
Song of a Shaman:
A theme that is profound
I play at my ease
When wanderig spellbound
In ecstatic bliss
I dance like a moth with my senses numb
As did my feet in ancient times
To a million souls primeval rhymes
That from the inside beat my drum
They see just a shape cught in fire-lit spree
A wondroust image in essence nude
And envy yhic godlike solitude
(They, who) endorwed with gift of saying 'we'
Both:
Of nature unspoken we share different shapes
Of stellar sonata, of nightingale's stayes
Yet face of each other we cannot descry
This 'Mirour de l'Omme' lies before our eyes!
Song of a Shaman:
A paradox's door-man
A shepherd of dawn
With my hands I'm warming
The fiery glow
They attribute me wonders
Of ignorance's van
Forsaking The Marvel
The on that is Man
