I once came across a silvery stream
that led me here to this waterfall in my
dream
The pools were deep and filled with fish
the rocks were mossy and smooth with
lavender's kiss.
The place was filled with shadowed delight
the sounds filled my soul with the bountiful
sight
Gaia's green surrounded me there
would I remain? would I dare.
The fairy's flush, the thrumming of the thrush
the splash and crash of the wet rapid rush
a moment I spent there one afternoon
was like the memory of you and I
under the Harvest moon.
It's vast stretch goes beyond the horizon of my imagination
reaching out of the present darkness into the fading light.
It's reach encompasses all I hold dear, as if there is no
distance between the dawn and coming of the night.
When we walk here in the mists between the worlds of water
and the shattered worlds scarred by eternal fire
There is little more than this a few words to mark down on my
page lost beyond some mysterious hint of desire.
Were we friends in ages past, as we wandered among the stones
far and near, wide and narrow, from pillar to post?
This ever present war we are fighting with our lives flutters
like some moth holding steady between mortal and ghost.
This is to you my ever present friend haunting me as often as
any memory can do as I shuffle along this mortal coil.
Watch and wait in the shadows ever patiently persistently
hating what cannot be loved like a machine with no oil.
Now this poem is done
Now there are only the words
Now is the time of the midnight sun
Now I can be somewhat absurd
Now I know where we begun
Now I know that you have heard
Now I can see beyond all my yesterdays
and tomorrows are little more
than the fading lights in disarray
like the mists, like the view of the shore.
