The Beginning of Times

I have a wish to sing Of time before the beginning When nothing was all But how to sing of nothing? So I sing of the beginning The birth of all creation The borders of nothingness The substance of inception The solitude of space my uncaring mother My

Therein lie the nets of iron Snares of copper made They offered drinks that lull to sleep Of everlasting chains But I changed my mortal shape And took the form of a snake I swam through the nets of deception Crawled back to life again Death bestows n

Silk of blue woven by the moon Red spun by the sun Of the sun's gold Silver in wrists and in her rings Hair braided in red Her shoes featherlight As reeds and straws on the shore As bark and foliage As clamshells and sand My maiden's flesh Now fish i

On the blue waters of mermaids I was sailing on the blue Brought up a catch of strangest wonder On the blue And I drew my knife to gut What I had taken from the blue But it was gone, back to the lake And vanished into the blue The waters, they parted

I was born as all the world here was born As tones, words and stories of the primeval song I need no bow, I need no sword My kingship's known to gods Let their song go on I need you to be the guide The mirror to the sky and sea Portray all above and