I gaze with amazement At a world without name Beneath cloudy raiment From whence now I came I hear as the grass grows At springs tender hand. My heart pumps green billows To every stem A trouvere of a new May In butterflys fane Im 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 wandering 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 caught in firelit spree A wondrous image in essence nude And envy this godlike solitude They, who endowed with gift of saying we Of nature unspoken we share different shapes Of stellar sonata, of nightingales staves Yet face of each other we cannot descry This Mirour de lOmme lies before our eyes! A paradoxs doorman A shepherd of dawn With my hands Im warming The fiery glow They attribute me wonders Of ignorances van Forsaking The Marvel The one that is Man
trouvere, mirour, lomme, firelit, doorman