The Lilt of Orpheus Biography

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
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Come sail from time where death we be
Come sail from death into birth with me
Come sail your birth to a lifetime with me
Come sail your lifetime to thoughts of me
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The borrowed light of tomorrow shines murkily in muse, reflected in the circle of a ghostly face
You come n’ go along a charted path, stargazing, ambling silently in modulating maternal grace
Your body, where no one has ever paced an ancient bare foot, oh pilgrim traversing dark space
We are blind n’ mute to anguish do not trip upon a star to fall before our viral imprisoned race
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