blackbird and thunder

There are places I go
where no one can find me,
hidden away
from the wares of the world.
Moments forgotten
others look over,
I'm the light on the pasture.
I'm the ghost of a girl
once danced from the shadows,
willing and barefoot.
Chosen for this
but never knew why,
what whispers I might have
been hearing.
What verse I'll reclaim,
long ago lullaby
now pools into silence
I go to my own,
to walk as the dark
where spirits are known.

I sleep as the stars,
curse the man who thinks less
of places immortal
my longing shall bless.
Thanks be to the Maker
of creatures and streams,
the song of the willow
brings life to my dreams.
Wreaths of cedar,
woodsmoke and ash,
hickory,
chestnut,
and evergreens past.
Swarms of something
moving low to the ground,
mourns as twilight is falling -
loves without making a sound.

Need not I to know
or to speak of this place,
tis more than a memory
of living and grace.
Of far away places
I came here to find,
o'er oceans reclaiming each river,
distance restored every night.
Promise repeated
in ripples and swirls
are rolled into moments
of wonder.
All of my names are known
by this place -
venus,
blackbird,
and thunder.