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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