Twisted Paths

Leaping anon verdant field
Stag arched in moonlight
In hollow played
Cupped hands in glistening waters
Peering into the ancient stump
Resin, moss-laced scents
Tingled ‘gainst tongue
Seeking Jack o’ the Green
As He hunts myself

Traces and whispers
Of cool mountain fog
She shimmers in the falls
Radiant, silver, mercurial,
Given to the eternal
Changing nature of
Ceaseless entropies
Yet peaceful taking
The mind within
A gentle swell over stone

Where Stag leaps and rainbows play
Upon soft clover blooms
The violet surges in creeping stead
And periwinkles grace the bold
To the hollowed hills be delved
And timeless shores of belief
Gracing myriad forms of renown
And verdant tales of leaf

I call upon You swift and sure
As arrows pour into sand
Grant me one last kiss
When the seven guide my hand

Beckoning fog, utter mist
I embrace your darkened glimpse
Of times before and times foresought
Eternal blooms and eternal rots

One last tune I hear Him play
In ancient grottos and in ancient glades
Fears and panics, and of the Love
The glimmering Green of cloven trod
Now to wander, dark and bold
Begin again as one Your own