The Forest and the Far Far Hills
When I finally
found you I knew the singing
I had to do. Too,
I knew the flaming
wood I should place, the circle
to make and how to
open my curled ears
to your tales of some other
world and how you might
take me there one day.
When I found you the forest
started sussurrus
in the far far hills
and that sound travelled to me
voices added along
the way so it roared
at my feet though you did not
notice, so wrapped up
you were in your song.
Your concentration floors me.
My yearning does too.
October 25, 2014 2:52 PM
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