There is no other world there is And the leafless branches Became my fingers On the forest floor In the darkest green there is After the pouring rain I sat on the moss and stone And the darkness danced The world becomes Of her instinct Pouring like rain On spruce and rock Nothing else exists Than her words Weaved on the spider's web As she dances My thoughts Like clouds they travel Over the longest starlit night Thoughts Cracking like dry branches The viper tongues Licked my ears clean And I heard the sounds of this world Holy as the rowan berries She breathes under the waves As the labyrinth unravels And can see the stars "I am the light that shall guide you to darkness."