Druid

The wind wraps me in its hold
as I lay in an enchanted wood
under the moon drifting round the heavens.
the setting sun leaves only reminders of her light
but the brightness illuminating the Earth
is emitted not by stars, but my eyes.

Somewhere behind brilliant eyes,
the fire of life takes hold,
as my soul melts to earth
I become part of the wood.
suddenly everywhere, points of light,
plunging from the darkened heavens.

The stars begin to light the heavens,
matching the glow in a pair of eyes
looking down to help the light
that leaves have begun to hold.
they are falling within the wood,
gently landing on the earth.

His feet don't seem to touch my earth,
he smells of lonely heavens,
a wanderer of the Faerie Wood
the stars shine brightly in his saddened eyes.
a caged man whom secrets hold
tightly in their eerie light.

A soft embrace, a joining light.
roots lock our feet to earth.
imagination in enchantment's hold
lost in unforetold heavens.
tears fall from ecstatic eyes.
helpless I stand, made of wood.

Helping to add to the expanding wood,
I am bathed always in expansive light,
that falls from his eyes
to my little patch of earth
where his memory comes like Heaven's
to kiss, then loosen his hold.

Rooted in earth, I find the light,
shimmering in eyes made of heaven.
his tears hold the secret of the everchanging wood.