And through the forest I go
So deep in silence I must know
Where the slightest glint
of a dappled Sun
Can reach me
through the leafless one
And I blend my skin of Earth
And wet the soils my eyes
Seeking, Seeking
Aradia A God
That I shall
come to know
O blessed I shall be
When I find the stone
Where in it
I shall find my own
White my skin
And bare to bone
Wherea cold vacant
Space dwells my soul
And yet I see him
Standing as a strong Ash Tree
No movement he makes
No stirring of leaves
For he now takes form
Of a white winters night
Cloaked in grey
Waiting silently
And still
And through the forest I go
So deep in silence I must know
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Lori Foster
waning moon 12:40 am
