You Needn't Search Alone
Long after darkness first strolled out to play,
we cut the torches, possibly to sleep,
convinced all other lights were slunk away,
not counting on the hours forests keep.
Upon this tent, most subtleties and hints
have made these skittish fools recoil and hide,
but when it came to dreamy purple glints,
we couldn't fight the urge to steal outside.
We saw them as they rushed between the trees
to watch us back while softly treading air.
Small children graced with wings they might have been
without the signs of struggle in their stares.
They cradled words long shaped for us to hear,
then slowly let them out in dulcet tones,
with nothing landing plain to human ears
except the phrase 'You needn't search alone.'
We slithered onwards, strove to comprehend,
incredulous and dumb, but keen to learn.
Their lights went out, still yet to glint again
upon this tent, though often we return.
As I stumble through the clearing,
your veil lifts from my eyes,
but your whispering still preys upon my ears.
Let the sky speak for reason,
spin the case for the defence,
have the gallery of ashes hold their tongues.
This mess of contradictions
drunk on homesick wanderlust
stretches on, though elasticity grows thin.
Could my heart split asunder,
yet be found in the grass
to the pleasure of a solitary beast?
May one animal be satisfied at least?