Re-Treading the Lonesome Way (31 October 2014)

[31 October 2014]

Wandering the Lonesome Way

With trees, birds and Goddess_

I find the paths within that stir

my heathen fur, and break stress

down the back_ opening into Fay

the Mind that lists and will sway

at Her revelations_

I halt!

Standing in open wood stations

near the Cromlech of the Self_

imbibing revelations as I play

In the sandbox of Becoming_

there on the lonesome track,

standing

like an Elf in the quay, where

abandonment proceeds joy …

I wait!

She-Who-Is strides on ahead,

Her feet leaving tracks for us

to follow_

I can smell her perfumed hair

and so, desiring Art, I forge onward—

into the Future – Her Time –

seeking the scented sequins

– lustrous upon the ground –

that are the signs of Her

having been Here!

_I revel!

Pathing along the Riverbed Way

With swans, snakes and deer_

I have lost Her within the signs

of the Wellworn Path

 where She now tarries_

talking with the Faeries who sing

to bring Her as an offering

my supper supplication_

And I swoon.

Journeying toward Her Hidden Lair

I gasp in the breaking air_

Poetic magick taking me down the lane

Where_ by broken cane_

She will soon repair

all that I have hastily forsaken.

Time is the Oath in which I stride,

carrying forth a new spiritual mead

to imbibe_

                And I soar!

Nema!

[An imaginary encounter in the vestibule  of Samhain; a poetic communion with Goddess and self; a playful imagining at the turnstiles of vocation and aesthetic devotion.  So mote it be]