Rivers

From this river to roots
 Of this forest, of the Earth he soaks
 In deserted dikes flows
 Where leaves lay silent in their sleep
 Feed me with your voice
 The silence of the glaciers
 Through branches of sacred arms
 Your frozen wispers
 As the rivers crushes on these banks
 Elevates his roaring voice to a chant...
 Scent of fir spread through the air
 As the rite becomes alive
 From Earth to leaves
 To a sky beneath
 From flesh to spirit
 Cracks the wooden dome
 Trees, as my flesh, have no rest here
 Consumed to ash in the womb of the earth
 My skin as your cortex
 Is the past, wrinkles and scars
 Quenched in the cold sight of the stars
 The river renews this wooden cathedral
 Reborn in the altar. lit are the fires
 Prayers roars in cascades
 Arise, gods and stars
 Behold