Sunset
has only just passed by;
I walk a fae-dark road,
evergreens
verd’rous o’erhead –
to either side the spear-wall
of
berry brambles, nettles, and climbing tea roses
all gone wild
long and long ago.
Fading
light casts long and deep
the shadow of the Forest Lord
His
antlers unmistakable
in what feels like sharp relief
Sunset
left long behind;
guides now long gone, too –
my feet and
heart now lead the way;
the spear wall sings with small
things
make conversation with their fellows –
all
still as I pass by.
Heavy
human feet,
dank human stench
– unmistakable
–
in
sharp contrast to the perfumes
of life & joy & all
delights
drift honored lilac, treasured rose;
delicate
jasmine, & sacred apple grove
whose love songs twine &
dance upon the winds.
No
torch accompanies my wand’rings;
alone in the greenwood with
only tree frogs and the Shadow King
to sing this human child a
guiding tune
the shadows pool ’round weary feet,
though
Grandfather Moon shows not his face tonight.
Mother Gaia keeps
her steady spin,
thrilling in the dance accompanying the music
of the spheres.
Great Bear waltzes overhead along the shores of
the Great River Above.
Dizzy
and alone
the human child falters,
or is she a Changeling
going home?
“Lay,
Beloved,
lay beneath twined Hawthorn & Apple trees, so
near.
Come, I’ve made a pillow of moss for your lovely
head,
Come rest, my Heart,
tucked secure within the sacred
grove
protected by the spear wall . . .
Come rest within my
heart, Beloved.
Come home, My Love,
come to Me.”
Twirling,
foxfire –
will o’the wisps, I do not know
but Knowing
Beings, They,
oh yes, they light the way
& yes the
mossy pillow is;
& yes, the trees are twined;
I know
capricious Fate may play at dice for my life this night;
even
so, my soul, at peace, lays down.
I
may die;
Or fade into the Other World;
Or live forever;
Or
for only one moment more —
Or ever altered in nature or
aspect;
it doesn’t matter –
for I lay at peace in my
Beloved’s arms.
He
is not of this world,
nor,
really,
am I.
