Friday, 24 October 2014

A Winter Walk with Polyhymnia (second version - a bit more posy)

Merryvale January 2009

Let us go then you and I
Down these many 
Corridors of stone,
List'ning to the roaring silence,
A thaw in motion, 
In somnambulant mood,   
And I have seen all things, 
And all men that dwell, 
And in the Hall of Royal Dûn
At Tara, under the shadow 
Of the drifting leaf,
The rocks and trees 
Share our vision.
And like a world caught in 
Breath we wait to exhale,
At the height of exhilaration
There is sweet release.

And I have heard you calling, 
Dalua, Dalua!
Arise from your dreams on 
Mount Amara,
Polyhymnia, come and 
Walk with me.
Come tripping down 
The nights and days, 
Mind and muse moving 
together, intoxicating 
One another, drinking from 
That conjugal cup  - In silent communion,

In the eternal landscape, 
Forever casting shadow 
On the past and beyond. 

And it must be
This present ibetween
 Our past and futures,
 - Shall we walk - ?  
Shall we be amidst
 The feast of stones, 
The gift of pebbles, 
The dust of grit, 
Between the quivering 
Branches, the vibrant mosses, 
The glistening webs.
What vaster dream can we inhabit and be amidst? 
This love of earth.