Her eyes become the room and glow
and we drink the golden dust
of our Shepherd’s Footsteps
sate our thirst with the pull
of her warm oceanic palms
we cling to her, our northern star.
Single file, we follow.
Pilgrims,
we vie for a last means of
hiding-protection, Yet We walk
deep into the walnut woods, drunk
off the breath that waters the earth, We seek
the quiet counsel of the cave of our souls, the mother of our woods
who speaks her wisdom in constant gurgling streams.
Woods, you’ve felt high-ceilinged
in my confusion, large with my guilt, joyous
with my joy, inverted
in my despair
We lost her in your midst, and pawed
at your silent trees,
dangling hearts pleading for their northern guide
and in congruent form, you Loved
by raining chanting puddles at our feet
In which I glimpsed us: Star-lights bowing!
Oh, Woods, you wetted my ear with dew kisses
and breathed on me with
warm whispers
of Velvet nights that will unfurl
Star-Lights in streams of endless days
How long ago were our love chords bound,
How long ago did our star-eyes meet, collide, make a pact of eternal love?
And the stars in our souls are veined together as ever,
My heart is as warm as ever
We are Glowing orange coals-no different than the other
- I want to hold in my mouth.
Single file we all walk to the gurgling stream
Splash our faces and arms with its light, strangely natural water
sometimes we even take the plunge
year after year we walk, single file we descend
and the stream keeps on flowing
Cave in the woods of my heart
Listen, pilgrim
Did you see that leaf falling?
Did you hear that engine revving up?
Do you hear the clock?
