yggdrasil

….and there our shadows merged
in that place of rest
a mere pressed
shadow
image in the grass
the shade of yggdrasil
winding now away the arch of shadow
toward the moon that
holds n trembles from
the chill of being lost

where once it cast our canopy
our cove
and lovers warmth… its sacred fire
cooled by melting polar caps
reveals
with gesture of a regal hand
sweeping over views below
a world
his realm
kingdoms falling to the deep
showing the beloved
fierce maintenance asunder
treasures
of the heart denied
upon embracing only memory
their hope of eons
rising of the Son
upon the mountain
now is
but a dream

watching as the phoenix rises
only then to fall the night to ashes once again
smoldering from blows of verbal fires cast
directly from the dragon maw
springs bursts from rocks
to rise in steam n hiss of tears
crystal flows n dissipates the mist
and all around the floral flavors shrink in shadow
red and green and blue
to gray like hues
such sacred mirrors
lost to cold and storm
tiny to its past perfection
now lays silent still
upon the hardened earth
gifts from Mother for the joining
scattered with the leaves of autumn
brown to blend return and be absorbed
within the cycle once again
and songs on a radio
static to the last of sound
one hears before we die
a blast from the past
pouring out the song
“ By by Miss American Pie”