where the wise man's wish comes true

from afar, where my eyes see all, is
a deep forest of soaring branchless spikes
massive majestic silvery brown trunks
topped each with a perfect broad triangle
of fragrant midnight green, needles need only
to be imagined, hundreds of small round cones
litter the sweet moss-covered floor
where grey mice and blue beetles
scramble among leafy ferns
in the sun-imprinted shade…

far above, like arrows reaching towards heaven
their pointed summits culminating equally
as they reach out to caress the clouds
outlined below in quiet shadow play
protecting hidden nests of quiet turtle doves
swallows and other migrating birds
their mixed songs a melancholy music
for this place of desolation where
few men come to meditate

these magnificent ancient trees
extend from today’s reality
through tomorrow’s wishes
creating a magic place which
covers hills and a valley
a small river flows joyously
over copper and bronze colored rocks —
maybe just the sunset’s reflection —
I know its serenity from my dreams
and also that one day their truth
will find my wandering feet
and take me silently over soft ground
amid the giants of evergreen solitude




where the wise man’s wish comes true
[2007.18.8…a]