In water was the warriors heart a slumber
Body walking the terrain under rowed lumber
Longside was Mr Soul in thought to the trail
Deeper we go, don’t fell, don’t fall, don’t snail.
In metal cities were fellows who felled hither
Warriors bodies ‘scaped only by a whiskered slither
Trees a falling on babes in sight of Soul
No arms, no legs, to grab, to reach, to hold
Wake up Warrior heart, from watery sleep
Tell thy body to rescue kin in woeful weep
Cries on wind rustled, to leaves, to trunks, to dirt
Earth vibrations roused that love in his heart alert.
…
Starring Edward
