In Blended Wood

if I should run in the shadows

let me be lost in the greenery of ferns,

the underbrush of the trees bending

let me hide in the woods of other-time

drifting upon the ripples of a pond

that worlds forgot in the infinite

I would slake my thirst in cupped

adoration, gently revering the sanctity of the temple,

the governed altar where She blesses me

if I should be, if I would be, if I could be

if I am

it is there I dream in a technicolor world

where the past blends with the present

forging the tomorrows of my wishes

the measure of my cup a skein

of magick at my fingertips

should I raise it, should I conjure

with the realms of the earth

whispering and waiting….waiting….

yet I want this effervescence upon my breast

so let me bathe in gentle waters of a passionate

soul, seeking the journey where you lay;

where the scent of the sun drenches

the nectar that I offer

let it lay upon us as the serenade of

gypsy violins in firelight dance in joy

letting the wildness that hides come forth

between the bite and bloodied lip; shared

where life pours to the earth in raven and lavender

where we are but

Temple and Altar

© TR