Where will you go, what will you do When the moon would meet a rising sun I'll echo the stones in motion and rhythm To breathe a moon sheathed tone With eyes in the heavens A chain of flame, image in starry bowl Hands in the sky, thoughts as clouds Vast in moving arms The fish and the fisher The boat and the water The Sun that circles the Star The throstle, the worm The eagle, the lion The dove, calf, and lamb The weave in the water, a glint on the spade Bending the gnarled strand Dewed and tallow, spindled, unspun On cipher's string strung The heft of the handle The blade in the slit The earth and the bloody wound The sheen of the slab The supple steam Gleaming moon stone smooth A broken heart laughing Fold into figure Woven on sylvan shells The saints and the sentries With tassel and withy A bee at the dolmen's dell