The Great Bear

A weightless breath, the air alive Swords of water cutting the sides through half-closed eyes A marble curtain floating down Swimming into fishes' mouths and waving through In the call of the wind In the ways of the sea You won't believe What's up there Tracing the great green pathways A forest of arms turning into fins Ancient veins on granite chins And avian songs fill the air with notes diving in The hard edges green with newly grown coats Where do we draw the line? And put this on the line? Where do we draw the lines? And stray so far with these designs The night water's deep Kissing the lamb Luminous and green From magic hands As if it springs up As born from inside The real spell surrounds Transcendent and white In the call of the wind In the ways of the sea In the lungs of the land In the lines of the streams You won't believe What's up there Tracing the great green pathways