Generations (Forest Temple) - Jillian Aversa

Generations (Forest Temple) Lyrics

Generations
by Jillian Aversa
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern 
A moon overhead and stones at my feet 
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch 
And came to a surface painted with leaves 
Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush 
And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned 
And before I could speak, she ran to my side 
And knelt with a flow'r she placed in my hand 
Dancing, singing, voices ringing 
Rising, falling, giving, being 
Waiting, growing, teaching, knowing 
Waxing, waning, ebbing, flowing 

Faces gaze upon me 
Ageless figures some alive 
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern 
A moon overhead and stones at my feet 
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch 
And came to a surface painted with leaves 
Voiceless, a mother came with her child 
And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned 
And before I could speak, she walked to my side 
And knelt with a key she placed in my hand 
Without a sound 
They mouthed the words of mystery 
And I knew no translation 
For the history they gave to me 
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern 
A moon overhead and stones at my feet 
I walked through a veil of cypress and birch 
And came to a surface painted with leaves 
Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush 
And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned 
And before I could speak, she fell at my side 
And lifted a tome she placed in my hand
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