The Hollow Way in the Dark Wold > What Follows After
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Enclosed in darkness
I dreamt again
of your trees, skies
scents & birdsong.
Now you lie opened up
glistening & adorned
with the light pouring over
to amaze me.
You know me again
& you invite your dear one.
My body trembles
that you are here.
The garden mourns
the rain on the flowers
as summer shivers
against its end.
Leaf by leaf drops golden
down from the laburnums.
Summer smiles, amazed & spent
on the garden's dissolution.
For a while by the roses
it stood & then as it really wants
it puts to rest
its eyes, becoming tired.
Now the day has tired me
I really want only
to receive like a friend
or a tired child the starry sky.
My hands stop work
& my brain thought.
Everything now
sinks to itself.
And what is within opens up
to be free, up
in the circle of the night
deep, thousandfold, to live.
We have passed need & joy
together
we rest after a journey
across the silent land.
The valleys hide us
& the sky darkens already.
Two larks still are up
dreaming in that scented air.
Come here & let them go.
Soon it'll be time to sleep.
Do not wander any more
in this empty place.
Spacious, silent peace
so deep as evening reddens.
We have tired ourselves on this journey.
Perhaps it is death, too.
