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The Places Between
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Mother of Winds
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I look to the sky for the mother of winds--
asking her why, my mother of winds.

Her chariot crosses ahead of the sun--
with you I would fly, O mother of winds.

Like you I would step from the sea born anew--
black waves choke me dry, my mother of winds.

Pledged to a journey of transforming light--
dark ravens comes crying, my mother of winds.

I married the magic expecting to merge--
false troth bound to dying, O mother of winds.

And where are the children to circle me round?
aborted by lying, cruel mother of winds.

I curse and she answers with silence and ice--
the knots are untying me, mother of winds.