Watendlath Beck

Today I walk, not in a world of human,  

Of greed, of taking, of spite,

But in the land of Fairy fells, 

Carpets of moss landmarked not by name, 

But by turns in becks, juts in boughs.  

Today I take solace in a world, 

That gives, then takes, then gives again.  

Where footfalls murmur thank yous,  

Where sunlight nourishes hunger,  

Where lips are quenched by land.  

Today I sing where no ears can hear, 

Where only heartwood can record my song;  

From here it is clear the need to 

Damn societies shackles, 

To walk away from the hell 

We've been taught to sustain.  

Today I cry to feel you close, 

In a flash of blue beyond sight, 

To feel your hands almost touch mine, 

To watch your light in smoke and 

Rainbows dance over my body, 

Mapping the way home.  

Today I stand and stare at Watendlath Beck, 

And I cannot move from this spot,

For beauty has stolen my breath 

And my heart has taken  root through my feet.

Today I see that heaven is untouched by I.