Words of a Child: I gaze with agazement At a world without name Beneath cloudy raiment From whence now I came I hear as the gra** grows At soring's tender hhard My heart pumps green hillows To every steam Both: A trouvere of a new May In bu*terfly's fane I,m a note of the great lay Composed by the main Song of a Shaman: A theme that is profound I play at my ease When wanderig spellbound In ecstatic bliss I dance like a moth with my senses numb As did my feet in ancient times To a million souls primeval rhymes That from the inside beat my drum
They see just a shape cught in fire-lit spree A wondroust image in essence nude And envy yhic godlike solitude (They, who) endorwed with gift of saying 'we' Both: Of nature unspoken we share different shapes Of stellar sonata, of nightingale's stayes Yet face of each other we cannot descry This 'Mirour de l'Omme' lies before our eyes! Song of a Shaman: A paradox's door-man A shepherd of dawn With my hands I'm warming The fiery glow They attribute me wonders Of ignorance's van Forsaking The Marvel The on that is Man