Days Like This

Fall few and far between The thousands of the common lot That sink to nothing in the march of time. Days like this, All warmth of gold poured down From a roof all Blue Serenity Breezes soft and sweet As sighs' of innocent sleep Crowds of trees nodding in council together Around them the fields, an emerald sea - These days are gifts Of Gaia gone adorned in her naked beauty Her veils all pulled aside For those who know just how to look To see her as she really is: Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer, Harvester of Souls. She draws her newborns to the light, Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep Full of unknowable dreams, Waking them again in different shapes. She dances then to her selfmade tunes, Of snowstorms in the heart of June Or roses 'neath an autumn moon - Confirmation, Contradiction; Epithets and Benedictions. On days like this a drum beats Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul, Calling from a distant time When we spoke volumes to each other Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence While the wolves howled through the icy dark - If you listen you may feel it yet - Stop awhile and watch the distant trees Nodding in their ancient way, Sighs winding close between them; She has let the veils slip loose Blinding in her nakedness Breath trailing all around you warm Like the blood you shared within the womb - And there are drums And there are songs And salt of sea drifting through your veins As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it - All these and more lie just below the surface Before She turns and draws Her cloak of stars about Her, Have one last look and just remember That nothing down here is truly trivial, Each day another page writ In the just-beginning Human Story. Smile like a wolf and remember: Terrible things, Wondrous things, Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things Are always happening somewhere; Happening Somewhere On days just like this.