Sunday, September 4, 2011

Songs from the Wood (II)...

By rain-borne stream
as in a dream,
the leaves gleam, branches glisten
and Morning sings her song,
if you have an ear to listen
Funny, of the things i have missed
over time, it is these images sublime
that capture me, enrapture me,
bring me to my knees in tears
I cannot help but seek them
they speak tomes to me
as i tread alone among the stones and fallen trees,
going wherever the spirit pleases,
through ferns still green, brambles or tall weeds
This is the Essence of me,
this is the Presence i need...
         (11-17-10)

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