Waiting For the Song  [Back]
                                    

In the wood

I lie dreaming,

Watching images

Of that yet to come 

Stories weave 

In the air around me 

With the history 

That creates what I am

On the Earth 

I lie dreaming,

Warmed by the sun

Cooled by the breeze 

Listening to secrets

Whispered by the wind

Whirling through the mind

Of a paradox, living 

In the winter

I lie dreaming, 

Waiting for the song 

That signals me to wake 

The joining of history

With myth and story 

Twining around what I am 

What I shall forever be 

In the wood

I lie dreaming, 

Waking softly to

A life constant, ever-changing, lived joyfully

By Jenny Wren c1999