WIND'S POEM
P.W. Elverum & Sun
Wind's Dark Poem
Through The Trees
My Heart Is Not At Peace
The Hidden Stone
Wind Speaks
Summons
The Mouth Of Sky
Between Two Mysteries
Ancient Questions
(Something)
Lost Wisdom Pt. 2
Stone's Ode
Wind's Dark Poem
Voice of wind
The air in the branches sounded like words
Whispering a spell on me until I heard
And now I see shapes in the low light
The earth quakes in the twilight
I see flames in my calm life
I hear the wind's dark poem
Wind speaks:
You can see from above, the rocks sticking out of the yard behind the house
Make stone constellations, half-buried in the dusk
The unformed stories coming to life while I sleep
The breath moves branches, saying words that I don't know
A new poem, a song I sang in a dream
The lights of town faint,
Something is exhaling in the sound of traffic, far away
Something is happening
Wind's dark poem describes,
Calligraphy of branches writes,
Stone constellation alive
The house is built on a boulder
Soil returns to the wind
Bones will blow in pink light
The distant sound is saying my name
The wind is taking pieces
Wind's dark poem's about the constantly roaring decay,
The destruction of every day and every morning's waking
But even while spring is bringing blossoms back among leaves,
The cold wind blows when night falls and the bare branches bend
Through The Trees
From up on the hill,
I can see the lights of town
Through the trees
And there is wind
There is only wind
Do I disdain them?
That “land of dreams?”
From up here,
You can see them living
On the way home
Through the trees
I have climbed the hill at twilight
To find the source of wind
From up on the hill
I can see the lights of town,
That land of dreams
Through the trees
My Heart Is Not At Peace
If my heart were at peace, would it be a blossom?
Or satisfied, would it be a stone?
My heart is not at peace
I woke up hungry
There is wind but there's no song
A satisfied heart,
Half-sleeping through the days
In the wind, in the home
If my heart were at peace,
I would've closed the doors and windows
Satisfaction feels like a tomb
I was writhing in the tomb,
My heart a frozen boulder
The romance and all I'd rejected
Comes like music on the wind
The violence in my heart,
The stone in the mountain,
All destroyed by the sweeping broom
All revealed by the burning wind
The Hidden Stone
The stone inside the mountain revealed
A human heart shown
The core unfolding
Song on wind
Tumultuous in the soft world
Bone protruding
The heart blossoms for a moment amid stone
And then crawls back inside the cave
Mountain heaving
I can’t see or hear from where I’m standing
And I go through my days like this
With a force that tears and erodes at all shapes in dissatisfaction
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
On the ridge?
Or am I holding this sighing that tears at the house in my cavern?
The stone on top of my heart is shaking
The wind at the door
Is blowing loud
Wind Speaks
When wind speaks it says:
“I am the river”
“I am the torrent of tearing flame”
“I remove bodies”
And “I hold void, I have no shape”
And I heard this
Standing on the street, looking south to the hill,
Where clouds were rising
Echoing my body, being emptied and filled
“Wind's Poem” by Mount Eerie, recited by tongues made of wood,
In no language,
Reverently misunderstood by me
And then passed on in the dream world,
Diluted and proud, form greeting form
Wind screaming by Mount Eerie
Among the cliffs by the hillsides
Among the clouds that never lift, saying:
“I’m the river”
“I am the ocean of changing shape”
“I bring bodies”
And “In the void you heard my name, and you are like me
You are nothing but a place where dust is dancing”
And then a gust that made me shake
So, fleeting and young,
With mythologies pulled from lack,
I wake up repeatedly and belong to the black
Meanwhile, the moon in my mind shines brightly
Summons
I can't say it so I will let the wind
Come wind, destroyer of worlds, speak to me,
Show me shapes in the swirling dust
Come wind, sayer of names, speak to me
Make me listen into the night
Come wind, blow the fog from my eyes
Come revealer, the town lights from the night sky
Come destroyer, pound on my window
Scream through my house,
Tear the old land from itself
Come wind, in the mouth of the sky, speak for me
Show the hills' insides
Show me the river roaring through the house
There was a break in the clouds
And the house was bright
For a little while, I was in your favor
Then it closed
Now the wind speaks in the branches
Now the wind speaks, saying:
“Hold on to something and watch it go
Everything you love will end up on the breeze”
The roots that held the tree down
Left a deep hole
Full of water
Reflecting sky
The Mouth of Sky
“I am wind, I sang the songs on the ridge
Above the dark, jagged trees, I rise
The mouth of sky, holding sighing
Along the ridge, exhaling”
Dream World Alive
Between Two Mysteries
I've seen summits buried in more air, buried in space
And I just lie down in the snow, buried in space
I've seen moss covered stumps in the dying light, taking on shapes
Black wooden mythologies
I know a place
Layer after layer of comprehension
Welling up in the morning light,
Between two mysteries
The town rests in the valley between Twin Peaks, buried in space
What goes on up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves
Always trying to climb out of the hole
Buried in space
And the songs fade,
And the singers die
But my heart will not stop thumping
The shapes in the dark still look convincing
So here I am
Ancient Questions
Was it a dream where I wandered off the trail, aimlessly drawn?
And came to a clearing on the hill above town, still hearing cars
And a circle of stones surrounded a pool of black water and sky,
Where I reached in and pulled out a song, ceremonious and young
I think I dreamt it, standing on the street in the wind, looking south
Hunting for singing, indulging imagining words in the wind
But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it
I say, “Look upon the ruins”
To distant branches on the hill, there's no song, no sacredness now
What I’d called the spirit world blows into dust,
Like me and the song born of alienation
Ancient questions unanswered, alive in me again
Indulging, imagining words in the wind:
“But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it”
I say, “Look upon the ruins”
Voice in the branches
Pulling me still
Something
(Instrumental)
Lost Wisdom pt. 2
I think the screaming wind said my name
Significance found in rocks
Then the mountain slowly blowing in the river
Lost wisdom returns
In the sound of the river sighing:
“Here's your home”
Under the ashes waking up
In the blue dusk, slowly revealing
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
The gleaming stone
Cuts dreams I’ve been living sleeping
Now the whole world is flaming
Or is it clouds rising through trees on the ridge?
I know the world is a flaming house
And what I hold
I will be grieving
And lost wisdom returns
Watching dust dancing
Living a long life, growing towards void
Awareness persistently fleeting
And the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
Is lost in rainy evenings,
Wrapped in the fog, in the depths of the house
I followed a sound further in and I saw you
Stone's Ode
When I see rivers tearing hills,
Finished with mountains
With the hill at my back
I watch silt sink
The river shown by walking downhill,
Breath becoming clouds,
Becoming rain,
Uprooting hillsides,
Dissolving bones
The stone groans an ode to wind and dust clouding
In air, the song revealing
A standing wave in the stream,
Bodies assembled of dust
Propped temporarily
In the river, the rocks groan
All water pouring through me
Born in my mouth
Trees bend in my sighing and lie down
The river shown groans an ode to form and assembly
Alive
The song revealing
At the end of the day
Gold light comes from the side
And I stop what I'm doing
And a river of cold wind brings night
Night falls
Cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness
A chill rises from the soil,
Erodes the world of dreams
In ashes and fog
Suddenly life has new meaning
A life
Propped on bones
Overwhelming feeling
Confused, watching dust dancing
In the blow
The stones erode
The river revealing
Awake
Revealed and fleeting
Wind's Dark Poem
Through The Trees
My Heart Is Not At Peace
The Hidden Stone
Wind Speaks
Summons
The Mouth Of Sky
Between Two Mysteries
Ancient Questions
(Something)
Lost Wisdom Pt. 2
Stone's Ode
Wind's Dark Poem
Voice of wind
The air in the branches sounded like words
Whispering a spell on me until I heard
And now I see shapes in the low light
The earth quakes in the twilight
I see flames in my calm life
I hear the wind's dark poem
Wind speaks:
You can see from above, the rocks sticking out of the yard behind the house
Make stone constellations, half-buried in the dusk
The unformed stories coming to life while I sleep
The breath moves branches, saying words that I don't know
A new poem, a song I sang in a dream
The lights of town faint,
Something is exhaling in the sound of traffic, far away
Something is happening
Wind's dark poem describes,
Calligraphy of branches writes,
Stone constellation alive
The house is built on a boulder
Soil returns to the wind
Bones will blow in pink light
The distant sound is saying my name
The wind is taking pieces
Wind's dark poem's about the constantly roaring decay,
The destruction of every day and every morning's waking
But even while spring is bringing blossoms back among leaves,
The cold wind blows when night falls and the bare branches bend
Through The Trees
From up on the hill,
I can see the lights of town
Through the trees
And there is wind
There is only wind
Do I disdain them?
That “land of dreams?”
From up here,
You can see them living
On the way home
Through the trees
I have climbed the hill at twilight
To find the source of wind
From up on the hill
I can see the lights of town,
That land of dreams
Through the trees
My Heart Is Not At Peace
If my heart were at peace, would it be a blossom?
Or satisfied, would it be a stone?
My heart is not at peace
I woke up hungry
There is wind but there's no song
A satisfied heart,
Half-sleeping through the days
In the wind, in the home
If my heart were at peace,
I would've closed the doors and windows
Satisfaction feels like a tomb
I was writhing in the tomb,
My heart a frozen boulder
The romance and all I'd rejected
Comes like music on the wind
The violence in my heart,
The stone in the mountain,
All destroyed by the sweeping broom
All revealed by the burning wind
The Hidden Stone
The stone inside the mountain revealed
A human heart shown
The core unfolding
Song on wind
Tumultuous in the soft world
Bone protruding
The heart blossoms for a moment amid stone
And then crawls back inside the cave
Mountain heaving
I can’t see or hear from where I’m standing
And I go through my days like this
With a force that tears and erodes at all shapes in dissatisfaction
Where was the source of wind I thought I found?
On the ridge?
Or am I holding this sighing that tears at the house in my cavern?
The stone on top of my heart is shaking
The wind at the door
Is blowing loud
Wind Speaks
When wind speaks it says:
“I am the river”
“I am the torrent of tearing flame”
“I remove bodies”
And “I hold void, I have no shape”
And I heard this
Standing on the street, looking south to the hill,
Where clouds were rising
Echoing my body, being emptied and filled
“Wind's Poem” by Mount Eerie, recited by tongues made of wood,
In no language,
Reverently misunderstood by me
And then passed on in the dream world,
Diluted and proud, form greeting form
Wind screaming by Mount Eerie
Among the cliffs by the hillsides
Among the clouds that never lift, saying:
“I’m the river”
“I am the ocean of changing shape”
“I bring bodies”
And “In the void you heard my name, and you are like me
You are nothing but a place where dust is dancing”
And then a gust that made me shake
So, fleeting and young,
With mythologies pulled from lack,
I wake up repeatedly and belong to the black
Meanwhile, the moon in my mind shines brightly
Summons
I can't say it so I will let the wind
Come wind, destroyer of worlds, speak to me,
Show me shapes in the swirling dust
Come wind, sayer of names, speak to me
Make me listen into the night
Come wind, blow the fog from my eyes
Come revealer, the town lights from the night sky
Come destroyer, pound on my window
Scream through my house,
Tear the old land from itself
Come wind, in the mouth of the sky, speak for me
Show the hills' insides
Show me the river roaring through the house
There was a break in the clouds
And the house was bright
For a little while, I was in your favor
Then it closed
Now the wind speaks in the branches
Now the wind speaks, saying:
“Hold on to something and watch it go
Everything you love will end up on the breeze”
The roots that held the tree down
Left a deep hole
Full of water
Reflecting sky
The Mouth of Sky
“I am wind, I sang the songs on the ridge
Above the dark, jagged trees, I rise
The mouth of sky, holding sighing
Along the ridge, exhaling”
Dream World Alive
Between Two Mysteries
I've seen summits buried in more air, buried in space
And I just lie down in the snow, buried in space
I've seen moss covered stumps in the dying light, taking on shapes
Black wooden mythologies
I know a place
Layer after layer of comprehension
Welling up in the morning light,
Between two mysteries
The town rests in the valley between Twin Peaks, buried in space
What goes on up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves
Always trying to climb out of the hole
Buried in space
And the songs fade,
And the singers die
But my heart will not stop thumping
The shapes in the dark still look convincing
So here I am
Ancient Questions
Was it a dream where I wandered off the trail, aimlessly drawn?
And came to a clearing on the hill above town, still hearing cars
And a circle of stones surrounded a pool of black water and sky,
Where I reached in and pulled out a song, ceremonious and young
I think I dreamt it, standing on the street in the wind, looking south
Hunting for singing, indulging imagining words in the wind
But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it
I say, “Look upon the ruins”
To distant branches on the hill, there's no song, no sacredness now
What I’d called the spirit world blows into dust,
Like me and the song born of alienation
Ancient questions unanswered, alive in me again
Indulging, imagining words in the wind:
“But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it”
I say, “Look upon the ruins”
Voice in the branches
Pulling me still
Something
(Instrumental)
Lost Wisdom pt. 2
I think the screaming wind said my name
Significance found in rocks
Then the mountain slowly blowing in the river
Lost wisdom returns
In the sound of the river sighing:
“Here's your home”
Under the ashes waking up
In the blue dusk, slowly revealing
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
The gleaming stone
Cuts dreams I’ve been living sleeping
Now the whole world is flaming
Or is it clouds rising through trees on the ridge?
I know the world is a flaming house
And what I hold
I will be grieving
And lost wisdom returns
Watching dust dancing
Living a long life, growing towards void
Awareness persistently fleeting
And the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
Is lost in rainy evenings,
Wrapped in the fog, in the depths of the house
I followed a sound further in and I saw you
Stone's Ode
When I see rivers tearing hills,
Finished with mountains
With the hill at my back
I watch silt sink
The river shown by walking downhill,
Breath becoming clouds,
Becoming rain,
Uprooting hillsides,
Dissolving bones
The stone groans an ode to wind and dust clouding
In air, the song revealing
A standing wave in the stream,
Bodies assembled of dust
Propped temporarily
In the river, the rocks groan
All water pouring through me
Born in my mouth
Trees bend in my sighing and lie down
The river shown groans an ode to form and assembly
Alive
The song revealing
At the end of the day
Gold light comes from the side
And I stop what I'm doing
And a river of cold wind brings night
Night falls
Cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness
A chill rises from the soil,
Erodes the world of dreams
In ashes and fog
Suddenly life has new meaning
A life
Propped on bones
Overwhelming feeling
Confused, watching dust dancing
In the blow
The stones erode
The river revealing
Awake
Revealed and fleeting