the Language of Stones
You weary nations, I am like some new being you’ve never encountered before. Yet there is nothing about me you can’t recognize. I live in the place where you perceive nothing. Look again! I am the arrowpoint that finds the boar’s heart. I am the flicker of red from a blackbird’s wing. I am the feathers sprouting from your most secret wounds. You will teach me of flying: I will stand on your shoulders and leap! And all will come right, I swear it. We will meet where the forest is deepest, where the night is blank and there are no stars, for I am your annihilation come to make Peace.
Language of Stones
words & music © by Geoff Bartley 1990 & 1994
Susan Seddon Boulet