Bound to the trees
left to the ages.
Swallowed in the mists
of Avalon.
A child becomes
a woman grown .

Hoping for a revelation
that quells my tears
of grief .

My pride endures
quite heavenly.
My bouyant breath
explodes
into a riot of pines,
mountains and moonlight mists .

From a deeply shadowed
valley holding the mountains at bay .
I drink remorse and
crumble to sadness.

Coyotes prowl my
midnight shivers.
centuries of tenacious trees
tripping down a
tangled path of regrets .

The last vestige of
seconds ticking.
Countless , infinity lost
in the River Glen of the
morning sun .

As the Ferryman crosses
the River calling .
These hours
these hours
possessed .