A Spark of grief for a life unseen

The advent of arrows

Foreshadows the dream

The serpents shaft of tourmaline

A spark of greif for a life unseen

It's the spiders eye of tourmaline

A garland of glances

At what might have been

The brazen cymbals of tourmaline

To stand aloof in a field of dreams

The serpent knows

Tourmaline

The spider says

I will mark the seams

But the serpent knows

Tourmaline

 

 

Inspired by Harold Budd

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