Whispers From The Woods

WHISPERS FROM THE WOODS
i. Annunciation
A thrush sings, veiled and out of sight,
As pale of day melts into night.
It calls, as if it understood
The wraithlike whispers from the woods.



ii. Howling Woods Étude


iii. Twilight
Twilight, slayer of the sun…
Twilight, darkness has begun.
Twilight, harbinger of dreams…
Twilight, hides a thousand screams.

So we ponder all our passions that we’ve played,
And we consecrate connections that we’ve made.
Still we wonder why we wander while they stay
In our fantasies that we bought for free.

Twilight, the moon will tell you lies…
Twilight, the secrets of the skies.

Go and court the constellations o’er the ground,
As we search the stellar wheel as it spins ’round,
And we follow all the footsteps that we’ve found.
We all play our part in this game of hearts.