re-turn

i have old memories

i have old memories

knitted into the fabric

of my dreamy presence,

shells, the sound of 

soft whispers ,the taste of salt, 

the scent of long nights ,

a knowing of deep mirrors,

parts of music too deep

now your touch and voice,

you, your fragrance.

and only one truth

is true for each one alone.

all will be good.

even the chicken told me,

the goats made fun of it

and when you smile

i know. all words

weigh nothing,

they are a far chatter

in the silence of being.

your breath in my ear

is the language

i can hear, the

ocean of life,

ancient rhymes

sharing the unknown

through the borders of skin,

a pause in the waves, 

a sleep next to the noise 

of humanity,to wake 

in tenderness, to walk

into the flow of days

Loreena McKennitt-,The Two Trees

"There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear."

(see also: The Rose by William Butler Yeats)

Loreena McKennitt - La Serenissima