This is the song of the wind through the ash leaves.

Dark green, in summer, the leaves collect the thoughts of the air, the dreams of birds that cut the paths of stardust.

The ribbons are already on the branches.

O How smitten am I, thawed from my frozen sleep?

 

I have danced with the moon and lain among the stars and given myself to midnight!

 

Come brothers!

Come sisters!

Dance about this tree!

Eternal axis!

Rejoice wanton friends!

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How dark the shadows fall as we seek ecstasy in the furrows of the night.

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- The Songs of Volvizia

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