2017 06 12
Deep in the shade of mountain woods
where birds tweet bright in rustling trees
and sun gleams gold through rolling clouds
I feel world spirit shine in breeze
that formulates the secret code
which calculates through mythic keys
the game of life we play on stage.
On ancient oak I carve my name
revealing essence of my soul
that regulates in picture frame
the seething pulse of woven whole
so everyone can play our game
of carefree dance around May Pole
to join our show we play on stage.
But who can read the glowing Runes
that flash with lightning in the sky
though I have lived past fifty moons
and dream world history in my eye
while beaming waves of wordless tunes
in aching wings that help me fly
beyond the farce we play on stage.
Old temple in the ancient woods
where voices disappear in gloom
still shelters wanderers from roads
where no sign points the way back home
who feast at hearth then play charades
while nameless gods in exile roam
avoiding why we play on stage.