Saturday, 8 June 2013

A STARRY NIGHT

That night you raised your eyes to the stars
and remembered another time -
Distant recollection of a southern constellation,
soaring dome of ancient memories!
O, Cathedral of the Indian night, now magnificently unreal!

While, here we find ourselves
before the Aquarian magic of this winter solstice
Where time is balanced still,
poised between a strange heaven and
The barely-remembered memories within us.

Return to the Dreamtime Vision
that flies here from nowhere!
O, golden-maned Lady of the Dawn,
are you she I saw travelling through the Light,
Mending my wings, clearing my heavy heart,
burning back the night?
Bringing, once more, the silver gift of timeless sight,
whispering gentle music and long-forgotten stories
Such as only the trees know to tell the wild skies?

So, breathless now, timidly I peer with my dark eyes
into the windows of your soul.
Finding courage, I dare to sweep towards you,
like the questing falcon.
But you glance away, as if to fend off,
saying, "How may I answer you? For the stars
Are in heaven -and here I stand."

Then, brushing your arms with my wings,
in this blue moment, I see the Goddess shining,
Offering me a glimpse of other dimensions,
healing my dark wings with her love,
So that I may fly, once more, up into the
starry December night.

And as I climb away silently, silently,
into my sharp vision is borne,
The flicker of a cold-breath'd dawn,
born below the night-blue horizon.
And in this vibrant prayer of freedom regain'd
I thank the Golden One whose bright magick
Has returned to me my flight.

Ascending ever higher, towards the astral light,
my heart swims warmly in the midnight sun.
Flying through these visions of the night,
I know that I may return to your call many times;
Forsaking my burning, wilderness sky.
I will return to you,
Should you raise your eyes again ...


RW, first draft 20.XII.84, latest draft 15.XII.92.

Copyright, Rory Winter 2013

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