To the Field - Steve Von Till

The winds outside a change

Shadows move across the floor

Chasing the light

When the leaves fall to the field

I’ll know the wrong from yesterday

Sky turns sustaining night

We all watch the frost

From the withered vine

Of the Autumn host

I’ll pray on my sustaining life

I will be as you, with the grey

Driven through a sea

The tides wash in to inspire

Lay down in moon of the might

Flesh gives way to the worlds in her hives

The rain will no longer cease

Drowning gives meaning to breath

I come down to stake my claim

Runes in the clouds

Blood on the bones