He who has casteth not a shadow
but glares into the radiance of his own creation
shall never again harbor the weight of man’s desire
but set flame to a wretched yearning heart
Under the aged crown of northern shade trees
solitude births the calling
of primordial heathen existence.
The pain that liberates thy spirit will leave
anew the mountains, the water, of heritage,
exalted to be.
On this foundation of deadened matter
which covers the lowest depths of canopy forest
An approaching dawn flows onto fallen amber foliage
And awakens the mind like a glimmering star starved of light.
All hearken the breath of solstice calling.
released December 21, 2009
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