Walk we me a while;
The night is sweet with honeysuckle
And fragrant shrubs breathing out
Their gifts for nightjars
And moths intent on the moon.
We’ve walked this path
In times past,
Many times;
We are kin
Though perhaps you’ve forgotten.
Never mind,
For arm in arm
We remember our love,
The warmth of our hearts,
The friendship
Of warm human bodies
Strolling side by side.
See, with each step upon this magic
We are closer.
To what? You ask,
Still forgetting.
To the Now perhaps
Or the tangible moment
Filled full with the moon
And dark-eyed moths
Feeding on the celestial beams
And heavenly night-shrubs.
See, up ahead, the Seeker’s gate:
It has a powerful magnetism.
But do you not feel the lushness of the
Creeping vines around us?
Do you not feel the cool
Of night shadows
Seeping between the trees
Holding earthen scents,
Sappy grasses bleeding
Into the cradling gloom?
You wish to go through the gate, I see.
I understand.
Do you wonder at what marvel lies beyond,
What treat you could be
If only we could muster the key
To enter?
No, beautiful friend, no!
Go that way
And find only endless dissatisfaction
In search of the elusive end
That never ever comes,
Always a horizon distant.
No, we are here already
For we walk arm in arm
In moonlight,
Our bare feet touching the cool stones
Of a pathway wending between trees
With waxy leaves,
Fluttering in ever so soft breezes.
See, there is enough in friendship.
Do not seek to open the gate
But look into my eyes instead,
Savour the scent of the moon
And the flavour of a wood
Enshrined in shadows,
Ever calling the nightjar and the moth.
Be here with me
In this savouring
Of the life in which our hearts beat,
A savouring of the space
In which we inhabit,
And the love
That gathers and glows
Between us
In the lush garden of ourselves.
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