In Gowan Ring Cipher's Strung On the Tree in the Dream of the Queen Lyrics

# Gold sun on the blue mountain
Follow clouds thru the bent tall trees
Morning climbs the filtering wood
Evening descends low to the steam
a bountiful, beautiful picture
Vanishing, fading by and by
Emblems, ephemeral tokens
Raise, yield, fall and die
the same clown with a different face
the same man in a different cloak
as long as the mode of weather
the sleeping blue, the waking gold
# Awoke in a dream of puzzle
Hand held head with finger hasps
Fit snug in riddle pieces
the poetry of a thousand pasts
in the rime of every season
in the tune of every tide
in the mounting of a thousand suns
Casting by they wont abide
Hear the memories of a thousand songs
Fleeting, they were never written
from the stories of the Sleeping Queen
that scribes have all forgotten
# Quivers alight on the Archer's Wand
Arrow's path thin set between
the flesh and the seed of the fruit
on the branch of
The Tree in the Dream of the Queen
Set a Strayaway child
from the crux and the cradle
Weaving the onerical design
Coursing thru five fingers
One hand pours the water and wine
though the Cloth has a thousand laces
the Thread has just one strand
Sheathed in motley costume
Each in a different cloak, the same Man