From the Hills

There comes to life a beating heart One from the golden hills To the eyes, a wandering soul With but a pail to fill Trickle by a name is she To find the streams of soul Carried by a heaven song To seek as she was told Tender feet upon the earth Eyes that yet awake Gentle breathing as the waves In to gently break Guided by a silver stone A step, a silent pause Another breath into her chest How the moonlight draws Carry, newborn spirit Into a rising night Through the hills of mirrored stars Into a distant light