Legends and Other Small Things

'O starry night ---- with the soul of the world in your silver eyes, I came with nothing this ancient trek, this aged morsel, I am; and found you crowning the misted moon.... and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve, you have loved me never more! I have breathed thy silver manna --- and ate of it like a wandering wolf How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk, thy dark winds surrender to light whispers, old echoes (I have been here, before) ---- in this wrinkled place, as a frightened child, long ago, when time stood statuesque and naked, when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs, and the very soil 'neath my feet.... I longed to be ancient --- ageless, wise to the wind shadows ---- which festered my fears; would I fail to seek my dreams? would age take me like now, and then, will I not care and tread where angels fear to? But in greater years the shadows I fear less, for I cannot fail when without fear, and then young, much was a dream; but now long aged it is more a physical thing, there is less time to fear, and wish strange, now I only wish to be young, (again) ***A deja vu night walk***