Silver Birches

A crack of light Like a silver birch In the night Holds its spell over me It's like looking into a well Knowing - tranquillity exists In, completeness, No matter how dark this Circle is, I know there's a light in my soul. Willing to confess there is love In this here wilderness. Beneath blue moon creeper's I know I'm falling in love - again. With scorpion, wasp stinging-kisses - a wine You can only swallow deep Like the heady-night of darkness. Crackling with light Like those silver birches In the night Holding their spells over me My attention is a nest of vipers As those leaves of her catkin kisses Her sickle, moonlit limbs, Take little bites of my solitary, melancholy. Breaking off silver-breaths of dragons That sealed their hearts wishes With a wreath of purple violet, flowers. It's like looking into a well Knowing - tranquillity exists In, completeness, No matter how dark this Circle is, I know there's a light in my soul. Willing to confess there is love In this here wilderness.