String of dreams – September 2023

Twelve-winged serpent
In stable winds, I float
I whistle, I wind
Lyric unto isle

Sweetened by tune deep in forest
Water-borne joy echoes
From valley to valley
Mellowing out through birch and pine

A string of dreams
Sifting through trees
The sun bleeding across the hills
Into my closed eyelids

The lagoon reminds me of the gilded year
And the darkness since
From crystal rock to cove
Rival bodies divide the water

I saw them one and all
Banners of Her
A thousand rounds of bliss
Has never prepared me for this