march of the muse
By Nolan
Tue, 23 Sep 2014
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her footprints glow her shadow falls
on deserted plains and moonlit valleys
she climbs the silver spiral stairway
to crystalline skies to pristine heavens
my spirit lifts she gives me breath
she gives me heart she makes a fire
she makes me strong she fills my soul
she makes me high she makes me whole
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she calls from the mystic
she calls me in dreams
she walks on the ground
she walks on the earth
she breaks manna she breaks bread
pours the first water and the new vine
gifts of crimson and purple roses
fields of clover blood red rubies
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she walks on ice her spirit walks on water
smoke and mirrors snow and sleet
she’s a thousand rainbow sunshine
milky way’s myriads in starry glitter
she steps glowing stones sand on fire
walks acid rivers scorching rain
she treads dust and ashes
burning earth and flaming rock
she walks the threshold flesh and blood
stepping tender easy lightly softly gently
her feet on the solid ground
her torch her flame will never quench
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she wanders the valleys
hills and desert
she walks the ground
she walks the earth
she dwells the borders roams my dreams
she walks a tightrope a clean blade edge
the star of the oceans treasure of the sea
she’s tears of madness the gift of life
she’s skin on flesh blood and bone
she’s warmth she’s sweat she’s breath
her feet are on solid ground
she is she walks
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A spiritual march & for Miranda
She moves on the solid ground
She moves on the solid earth
April 1987
Inspired by Van Morrison
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