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 pass and all men go, 
In the hall of the Royal Dûn at Tara. 
Under the shadow of the drifting leaf,
The rocks and trees share our vision.
Like a world caught in breath we wait to exhale,
Then, at the height of exhilaration,
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. 

I muri - this present is the possibility 
between our past and futures – shall we walk?  
Shall we be amidst the feast of stones, 
The pebbles, the grit, between the quivering branches, 
The vibrant mosses, the glistening webs.

What vaster dream can we inhabit and be amidst? This love of earth.

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