Sun Cycle

(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner)
 The lady folded
 Her silver hair
 Behind her back
 With the strings of a veil.
 And cut me a pack
 Of a famous sword
 Sharp to East
 Her magnitude
 That made the table
 In an infinite tangle.
 And then the darkness came
 And wrapped on velvet feet
 And here through the window
 I saw a quickening eye.
 Reflecting time
 In the blowing night
 And pulled the shade
 To a clear green game
 And from the visions
 Riding heavy sea.
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 And from the visions
 Riding heavy sea
 That cast the ships
 Into a sink as man
 And burn the ringing
 Don't wanna carry inside.
 Then the morning came
 Lapping up the winds
 From the tainted table
 That was serving time
 It's silver spoon
 That was breathing stars
 Images flown
 Like the birds of high
 Wings in the sun
 What a blessed sight.