Dwell In Half Forest And Full Moon

Standing near a hidden stream heard but not seen, water drops fall
Beside the pond of moonlight's mirror, deep as the tree stands tall
The wind slowed and died, it went still, it carried no sound or call
Silence a presence of hushed leaves of forest

Pockets of time only exist here for one hour or twelve is naught
Beneath the round edges casting light, the passing in reflection and thought
And the battles for the day are over and all has been fought
Easiness that softly calms the air of forest

I walk beside a shadowy wall that must be a ruin of fortress
A step slow then back, then softly forth to stay the candle of moon's crest
If you find a restful space of time to sleep so soon
I may pass along the boundary and dwell in half forest and full moon
If you sense my footsteps approaching nearby and then halt
Do not run away and give the bent windflow a sudden fault
The place seems to wait as a host for anyone in this strange cocoon
Of which I have dwelt in half forest and full moon

Scattered glass spheres are embedded along the mesh of twine
Alongside the thick cover of shapeless mass there is weaved vine
In a clearing in the middle of obscure brier one place is mine
One can see round most corners within the light of full moon

The feeling that dominates the air is numbing, senses turning weary
Everything falls so driftingly gentle that any movement is eerie
Listen for any sound and the visual echo in the emptiness looks dreary
Surrounded by the dull night's light of the full moon

I explore a path and walk within a realm that I still know not its name
Maybe I have already decided my fear would be forever tame
And so I dwell in half forest and full moon and maybe I dwell here in peace
And though sometimes the moon cannot be seen over clouds like fleece
I walk under the sky and its luminous haze follow the realm's tone
Dwelling in half forest and the full place of where I stand alone
In such as night only a few can see a passage beyond doom
If it's only that one can dwell in this side of forest and watch the moon

The longest duration through passages in time's wide circles have gone
The deaf like stillness now awaiting the faintest rustle of wind in wood's song
A murmur of spoken reverie longingly portended and half the forest stalls prolonged
In a way which no beginning moment ends, calm is forest

By the edges, the sides within other closures of dark growing thicket and tree
Deep inside uncharted land where destination is lost, there are no clear roads to see
The flutter of muted leaves are held by strange spells or never fell, indeed
I have been all alone in a timeless fold beneath the cover of this forest

One may wander endlessly but still see out beyond here and there
The still but never chill windflow seems to carry out above this air
If you ever come here, join the thought of realm, in peace, if you dare
It's only the full moon that back and forth hovers the forest

Now, as always, the silence settles upon the woven tops, stone and leaf
The hope for rest, a long asleep hour and a long asleep jewel of the eve
All senses are awake but it's dreamlike in the deep of forest call
By the bank of hidden stream heard but not seen, water drops fall



©Iggy 1998