Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight At once belief that made him he who walked where others went Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood Twice born of myst beneath the sky, no longer bound by fear Casting off his worldly flesh, he leapt into the air He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." ~Christopher Thor Britt The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest