The Night’s Wings

 

 

 

I left Walden Pond
and met you near the wood
you stood between
the moss and morning
in the shadow of the crest

there was a moment
one moment
where I could sense
more than I could see
my vision altered
by the pure completeness
I felt in loving thee

what sense- this sensibility?
worth a mere mortals thought-
if timelessness
not past through
with life’s full measure
left unsought

most travelers find no rest –
on such a road
without formal bedding
said I to the Raven –
“Call the night,
and this forest becomes my heaven.”

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2008

 

This is one I posted when I first started Soul Intention – thought I would post again hope you like it – bkm