WHERE PATHS OF TRAVELERS CROSS

On the eve of another setting sun

I see the road that's dark

Fire sweeps through ochre leaves

And ignites the sacred heart

The trees reach up to heaven

Toward a brilliant burning sun

They came to life in darkness

Where roots and rivers run

Cathedraled canopies hold the heat

Of a thousand setting suns

Infinites exist between the leaves

In silk that's spider-spun

Another sun has risen

Another road falls dark

I wander in the waylands

Where paths of travelers cross

I forge a heart of iron

For the road ahead that's dark

My hands are steady in the fire

That lights the sacred heart

My people come from islands

Green lands of stone and sod

Our bloodline holds the weather

The rains, the wind, the flood

We move inside the weather

Sunblind and thunderstruck

Our blood moves ever-westward

Where the gold road opens up

Where gray stone drops to deep blue sea

And the world is open sky

The road will meet our weary feet

And match our traveler's stride

My heart beats ever-steady

To meet the road ahead

I'm the last of the travelers of the iron clan

Who walk along the edge

We are forgers of the sacred fire

That lights the path ahead

A well-worn path to other worlds

That those before us tread

A fire burns within my heart

Far older than my years

I'm the forger of the sacred heart

The blood of iron's will.