Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Last Night

We are spending a last night together –
I owe Cher-lynn that,
and more – both seen and hidden
by firelight,
and eyes glowing from the woods,
and the lantern of my soul.

We have walked the thousand steps,
guided by flower scent
and flutter-byes –
when we could have been transported
by her gifted shift of where;
but chose – and will again
to be transported
by the silence of another’s
presence.

What value a quickened journey
if you do not carry all within you,
but are burdened by a rucksack
of rocks and twigs
haplessly gathered?

She has mapped her heart,
for me alone and blessed –
and will proceed on to the Abbey,
in solitary contemplation –
no longer afraid –
stunted wings no longer
tethered by silken bonds,
but by will –
and peace.

I will amble to the Serpent House,
and face the Gorgon’s Mirror –
unafraid of what
I might see.

2 Comments:

At 5:40 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I was fascinated by the power of this post.

 
At 6:41 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Emboldened faucon. You are braver than I methinks. I am a little anxious about what I may see but then I fear that I may have to accept the vision of strength which will appear, at a time when I don't feel very strong.

 

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