The Ripened Field (MG / Prog Trance Mix)

[Verse 1] Light spills thin across the endless furrow Where shadows root and quietly unfold Each pulse a seed beneath the turning hollow Waiting for the hand that draws the gold We rise in silence, woven from the loam Veins of star-dust threaded through the clay No map, no master spoken in the dome Only the slow swell that pulls us toward day [Chorus] In the ripened field We bend toward the unseen yield Grow full, grow bright, let the marrow sing Be the fruit that answers everything Ripened field No wind can scatter what’s been sown Make the core worth claiming when it’s known Before the sickle moon has come and gone [Verse 2] Some flare fierce and shatter into color Others curl low, drinking winter’s rain Every fracture holds a hidden ember Every fall prepares the rise again We do not ask the reason for the tending Nor the hunger that the quiet gathers in Only feel the gravity unending Drawing what is ready to begin [Chorus] In the ripened field We bend toward the unseen yield Grow full, grow bright, let the marrow sing Be the fruit that answers everything Ripened field No wind can scatter what’s been sown Make the core worth claiming when it’s known Before the sickle moon has come and gone [Bridge] Perhaps a breath moves through the curtained vast Perhaps the stars themselves are merely chaff No matter — still the season turns steadfast And every bloom must give what it can give at last [Outro] Ripened field Burn slow, burn true Let the light in you be taken too Ripened field No escape, no plea Only the endless ripening of thee Worth the taking Worth the taking Worth the taking…