OCTOBERMAN
©2002 Mark P. Hirschhorn
from the Ascending Music CD ‘Moment Of Truth’
He feels the frost within the wind
The chevron’d wing-beat of the geese
His day arrives; he turns within
To brew the nectar of release
He does not shun the coming chill
He does not dread the gathered dark
He does not wish the shadows ill
Though flame has muted to a spark
For now the harvest-tide is come
Another summer’s yield complete
He shapes the leaf and stream and sun
To mix the bitter and the sweet
CHORUS:
Octoberman, watching from the silence of Eternity
Octoberman, patiently awakening the world to be
Life’s hidden plans caress his hands
Octoberman
For seasons come, and seasons go
To rise again, as once before
This is the promise that he knows
All flesh must fade, yet Love endures
So, too, the ages pass like years
In comet-bursts of pride and fame
Until they fall in dust and tears
Yet myth and monument remain
The spiral climbs another turn
A fraction higher than before
Another lesson to be learned
Another reason to be more
CHORUS
Now in the crisp and twilit glen
A blessing rises from the deep
The ancient message has been sent
The Earth prepares herself for sleep
As Light and Life stand forth revealed
Within the shimmer of the skies
The forest greets his grateful kneel
Receiving thanks in soft reply
Once more, he turns towards his task
In Peace, he plants another seed
A gentle smile upon his mask
For he has all the time he needs
CHORUS