Find Yourself - Lose Your Way -
An online garden for peaceful introspective
She whispers my name... Only I can hear
Friday, September 20, 2013
Silent silver Harvest Moonlight Holds captive the hillside and all of the surrounding fields, forests and meadows Only the boldest of stars dare to accompany her radiance While down below gently sleeps the rolling countryside Cobalt and cadmium, slate and white mist Fading to black in the deep forest places
I used to lay awake on such nights Just to watch my lover sleep in the moonlight But such comfort is not to be mine And she is not there, perhaps never was
Now the hillside is my lover, keeper of my heart I gaze at her slumbering indifference As she rolls and basks in the silver moon silk Knowing with the confidence of stock and stone, leaf and limb That she will always be there in the morning
But tonight Tonight I ride with the last full moon of summer Fading fast, still holding my little world In her tender embrace for one more night of perfect stillness While the owls keep watch and call out the passing hours
I am the Accidental Taoist
A child of the sixties who has not forgotten the promise of those days.
But unlike so many people my age - I remember all the stuff that has gone down since then...
I believe in earth first - we have no other place to go.