After the ritual

After the ritual
the snow is melting
I am so little but
I am edging
where I don't know
where I don't know

These three new born
little fires
have burnt the old
and the lairs
towards the future
towards the future

And the next morning
the wood is glory
And I'm not always
alone in this
we are three candles in the night
into the darkness we are no more blind

And I walk
in the snow
to make the circle
still visible
and there are spirits in the grove
that follow me as I follow them

After the ritual
there are three people
completely different
but still the same
They are all lost
so that they have found

And the next morning
the wood is glory
And I'm not Always
alone in this
we are three candles in the night
into the darkness we are no more blind

And I walk
in the snow
to make the circle
still visible
and there are spirits in the grove
that follow me as I follow them