Who can fail to notice that the land is alive
And a thousand eyes that blinked through centuries
Still watch from the hillsides.
Who can not hear the breath of the forest
As night time closes in and the old ones awaken
Fresh from slumber.
Who can not feel the energy of the land
Instilled in streams, fields and ancient ruins;
The serpent paths; the energy lines.
Who senses the criss-cross ways of life
Hiding beneath the surface
Whereon our footfalls meander.
Who feels the power awakening
Within and without;
Ancient power, withheld to many.
Time and tide, my friends, reveals all
Upon a quickening breath of Earth Time
Where shadows fall and tomorrow calls
In a language known to few.
Listen to the winds; to those who writ our tale;
Sit upon the hillside and hear the whisperings
Of those who observe us.
With ear to ground hear the distant rumblings of mankind;
See a fading light as dawn approaches
Rich in a tapestry of a coloured cloak.
Yet all that is, all that was and all that ever shall be
Is but a tiny breath that was once born of a universal desire.
Upon the shore of time mankind twisted fate;
Never knew the land lived,
Never knew the forest breathed,
Never knew the ancient ones slumbered,
Never danced the Serpent Dance of life….
Cept you and i my friend;
We danced the dance with the old ones,
Felt their power,
Trod their ways,
Just you and i
On midnights cusp
moonwillow July 2016