The Silence

Written by: Lauryn Jean

In the silence of the night
I hear the Owl's call 
Haunting 
Melodic 
Beckoning secrets 
secrets kept locked inside my 
shadowed Self 
I wander, not entirely aimless 
Searching
and
seeing by sounds and
smells
The muted warmth of my footsteps 
lead me down 
This path 
Encased in twilight 
and
Mists of waking dreams
I follow the call, hidden meaning 
Of deep roots and hanging moss 
Draped from branches of Oaks 
I emerge from the darkness 
Bathing in moonlight...
 
There before me, He stands, 
welcoming me home 
The chill of the night leaves me 
shivering 
Wanting 
Warmth 
I feel tired, succumbed
to this endless plodding 
But I'm finally home 
I follow Him in
Through
Down...
Deeper into this Forest of all 
beginning things 
He turns to me 
As the Owl speaks the midnight hour 
He lays me down 
On softness 
Dead fall 
Wet soil
And scents of my first birth 
He covers my needy mouth with his 
Breathing Earth and life and
Heat
And the scent of wet, growing things 
I inhale, sucking it in
Past all barriers
Until it spreads, takes shape 
As a vision behind my mind's Eye
As I lay cradled on the forest floor, 
this god's arms encircling me, 
becoming me...

As darkness fades into the dawn,
I wake from this misty dream, but 
find no god...

Just my Self, staring back at me