||Mayflies rise, in clouds ephemeral, like rainbows high like bubbles in the sky ... like bubbles ...
like flecks in an opal ... lullaby , lullaby
to all creatures under heaven there is given one bright day, sad as silly mayfles dancing
forth from a summer stream, caught in a sunset beam dona eis requiem.
Echoes of summers long gone, wrapped up in a
Golden Autumn air
Autumn gale and winter rain,
With the solstice breaking
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine
et lux eterna luceat eis, dona eis requiem .
water and air and fire and earth
and forms of the ocean silt and sun and crumbling ores
the thunder as midwife and light'ning as guide,
| Born of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight, the apple buds
watch the apple blossoms are opening, opening, opening,
Sometimes I find I'm wondering at the way of things,
Sometimes I hear a distant bell leaning on the air, sounding the passing knell
So sometimes, when the setting sun, floods the fields of spring,
There plump wood pigeons swam the azure skies in measured dance among the butterflies
Then time and circumstance bore me away To trouble in the make of men.
Where promisory notes blot out all prayer,
I, yearning, sought my country path again
( dies irae. Dum veneris judicare seculum per ignis! Dies Irae! )
(Miserere, Miserere, nobis nobis Miserere, Miserere, nobis nobis )
Sunset ....... the last trumpet sounds, the last candle quenched, the curtain rattled down.
All that glory! spent in pomp and show, all those promises now crumpled up and gone!
Our mother .... rich in soil and seas, rich in sun and rain, and green vitality!
Dust and gone now, litter in the wind ...where no bird shall fly no tree shall root nor thrive.
Revelation is knocking, hear the breaking seals that mark the coming end of days !
If only we could turn away from this present path, and make the world again
Miserere mei, salva me! fons pietatis salva me!
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