Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
And peace comes over your face
"Come to me," it sings 1
"Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand"
And when the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories
Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A unicorn 2 joined in a feast
And in a corner stood
A pomegranate tree 3
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see
Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at dawn
The world in stillness keeps4
The secret of babes to be born
Come to me, my love
Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand
I heard an old voice say
"Don't go far from the land
The seasons have their way
No mortal can understand."
1. like any self-respecting courtyard, both in the European and Arab medieval tradition, in the center a fountain (or a well as in the cloisters of the monasteries) is built, I imagine that the fountain with its quiet gush sends the invitation to those who sleep in the palace to go down into the courtyard2. the irruption of the sacred in the dream3. the pomegranate is a tree with a double meaning fertility and death, sacred fruit, to the Mother Goddess and symbol of rebirth and regeneration4. a recall to the birth of Jesus