“Outside november night gathers With a harmony of autumn leaves Blown down a wind. Quietly by the fire Taliesin Humming from within his closing hood Places the seeing child on to a chair. And the glowing head is clothed In a vestment with bright Colours spreading. Together two voices rise Until at the end of breath one soars And one falls away......echoing. - Circle of Gold” DeathBirthAutumnRebirth Book:Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin Source: Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin