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Fountain - The Spiraling Stairway of Flame



In the deep midnight forest
Lying alone, a fountain of lightning
Blazing in the night, brightening
The deep midnight forest

It called unto me, saying
Leave all things behind you
In the quiet woods with nothing to bind you
It called unto me

I then said to it, infinite ray
Of bliss more glowing than bright noon light
How can I go, through the dark without moonlight
I then said to it

Follow this spiraling stairway of flame
I looked, and I heard a circling song
It called me upwards, sweetly and strong
Follow this spiraling stairway

The fountain rose higher, carrying me
To heights of joy, which filled my thirsting
Heart which opened, leaping, bursting
The fountain rose higher

At last I stood at two white gates
Radiant with brilliantly colored beams
With opal reflections and swimming dreams
At last I stood at two white gates

Beyond them lay a land of beauty
Full of white trees and laughing eyes
With golden paths and rainbow skies
Beyond them lay a land of beauty

The fountain then flowed through the gate
It turned to a river, powerful, churning
It carried me towards this land, returning
The fountain flowed through the gate

I will not go I cried to it
My spirit is in silence spent
I cannot leave the forest yet
I will not go

The fountain turned to bubbling blood
And carried me down a weaving path
Of sabers, knives, and drums of wrath
The fountain turned to bubbling blood

I passed an endless march of chants
A slave girl dancing, two hags moaning
A warrior slicing meat and groaning
I passed an endless march

At last I returned to the quiet woods
Early morning was come, and I was near
To greatest wonder, and dread fear
At last I returned

I walked out over the cool, fresh grass
To see the sweet, night-blooming flowers
And my beloved, asleep for hours
I walked out

The joys of earth are sweeter yet
To one whose soul is deeply merged
With gentle hands and flowers that surge
The joys of earth are sweeter yet


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