When Wood Is Not As It Seems
I grasped the staff
That the old man had given to me
If I had only looked
At the tattered cloak
More closely
I could have seen
The deep spun blue
The silver stars
That had faded
Under a million morning suns
and travels under canopies of green
I felt the wood grow
It knew the way
The way of everything
Of magic
Of nature
Everything to know
I held the staff
In the morning light
It was then that i saw
Upon the wood
That chance meetings are now understood
The deep spun blue wool and silver stars
Of his cloak and our coverings
That began the journey
That handed over to me
The journey
Upon the wood
The letters could be seen
“the love of all things”
I knew I would meet him again
When it was my turn
To hand over the staff
When I finished my journey
Of a million morning suns
Under canopies of richest green
With my Faerie Moondust Queen
The staff to guide me too
The Moondust
To love me
When wood….
Is not as it seems
This I learnt
Yet, the Moondust
With her wisdom
Always knew
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