Gravity

A fond memory of an encounter with the Wild.

The old roads,

the spirit roads.

Running, pulling, calling,

"This is true Power."

Memory and sadness

laced with the force of gravity.

The call of wilderness,

of fear, of mystery,

of green-lit valley paths,

turning corners around Universes.

Roads crowned in wild ivy,

heavy with mist and birdsong.

The rush of flowing water.

Water rushing, falling, calling,

pulling me forward, relentless.

Wind and shadow push.

Green eyes watching, hiding

in the ivy madness all around.

Push.
Pull.

Feel.

Dragged forward unceasingly,

by sorrow's song and heart's magic.

Guiding, stumbling, crazed laughter.

I am falling forward, caught in the green magic,

walking, running, sprinting,

sweat and spiderweb all over, yet

I find I don't care.

Nothing is real but the new world

around the corner.

Inhale... Exhale...

Inhale............. Exhale.............

Time lost, preserved, gained

in the wild of green river-valley.

Memory and magic, sorrow, gravity.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.