Ancient Questions - Mount Eerie

Was it a dream

Where I wandered off the trail

Aimlessly drawn

And came to a clearing

On the hill of town

Still hearing calls

And a circle of stone

Surrounded a pool of black water and sky

Where I reached in and pulled out a song

Ceremoniously young

I think I dreamt it

Standing on the street in the wind looking south

Hunting for singing

Indulging imagining words in the wind

But nothing means nothing

Everything is fleeting

Don’t get used to it

I say, look upon the ruins

Two distant branches on the hill

There’s no song, no sacredness now

What I’d called the spirit world blows into dust

Like me, and the song

Born of alienation

Ancient questions

Unanswered, alive in me again

Indulging imagining words in the wind

But nothing means nothing

Everything is fleeting

Don’t get used to it

I say, look upon the ruins

Voice in the branches

Pulling me still