(n56)
.
if waters wash
i must be bare
yet there i stand
in tigers lair
.
now still all forms
the beast's fixed gaze
peers to my soul
its complex maze
.
then with sharp eyes
it beckons me
and leads me to
a wounded tree
.
and with last breath
speaks lovingly
while drooping willows
stare at me
.
and while i mourn
suspended lore
the natural wreath
that warms earth's floor
.
a sprout breaks free
the future sure
i love the trees
majestic lure
.
my will is waned
the time is near
when lavn'der fields
my bed, no fear
.
both beast and tree
and angels sound
illustrious voice
to peace now bound
.
if choice again
its offering sure
i'll not pass through
the earth bound door
.
the tiger rests
the rivers calm
myself content,
Elysium grounds
.
(c) erik, 16 Apr 2012, 6:53am