In Land Of Gearthe

In Land Of Gearthe
© Surazeus
2018 06 07

I wander lost in black forest of shadows,
searching for ancient spirit of the light
who creates the world from dream of her eyes,
then follow the hawk soaring on high wind
who leads me to the grove of singing stones
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

I lie broken in black forest of shadows
where ravens devour pieces of my soul
and scatter my body on river shores,
then from the sky the hawk descends on light
and gazes in the deep lake of my eyes
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

The Wolf approaches me from swirling mist
and drops baby hawk in my hollow breast
which becomes the beating of my new heart,
and asks me why I eat the bleeding moon
so I weep at the memory of my people
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

I sit and pet the Wolf with gentle hand
then sing tale of sorrow that breaks my heart,
how iron men with swords of light attacked,
killing the men and kidnapping the women,
then burned our ancient village to gray ash
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

The Wolf transforms into my mother Gearthe,
silver eyes gleaming with light of the moon,
and hair gold as wheat shining on the plains,
then she devours me and runs in the sky,
leaping over the rainbow bridge to Asgard
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

The Wolf gives birth to me in mountain hall
and All-Father holds me up to the sun
then proclaims my new soul name Gathelbert,
so I wake in the grove of singing stones
and dance around the fire, chanting dream spells
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

Though the iron men killed all my good brothers
and sold my sweet sisters as brides of farmers
who herd cows on meadows of my ancestors,
I still dance and sing on Black Forest mountain,
preserving the true spirit of my tribe
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

While I wander in black forest of shadows
I find the daughter of an iron man
lying wounded beside the river of tears
so I give her sacred drink of the apple
and chant spells to call her soul back from stars
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

The daughter of the iron man awakes
and kisses me with loving gratitude
then she walks with the Wolf in field of flowers
and returns with honeycombs for our feast,
so we eat in the grove of singing stones
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

She tells me her name is Lucia Albinia,
which means the white light of the glowing sun,
so I tell her my name is Gathelbert,
then we make love under the twinkling stars,
and she bears a daughter with her bright eyes
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

We name our sweet daughter Galla Albinia
and every day Galla rides on my shoulders
while we walk together in the Black Forest,
gathering food from the shadows of the world,
then we sing together in the ring of stones
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.

Though I wandered lost in forest of shadows
after my whole family was killed in war,
now I explore with my sweet wife and daughter
the hills and valleys of the Black Forest,
dancing together on shores of the river
in land of Gearthe, mother of my heart.