Lost Amongst Dew Dappled Glades Poem by David Lacey

What do you see in this dark hour my child?

I see spirits burning slow in tearful agony
Cold hour awakening, frozen waters biting
Numb the ankles of companions soaked in sweat.
What memories have we to forget?

Lost amongst dew dappled glades
The morning dew my ecstasy
I find myself, wishing to be of me
Yet bound - frozen and falling
Lost upon the ground
Digging for diamonds with a wooden spade.

I now reveal myself
To all that would listen to fear to hear
She your tears for the dead and dying
Each tear fallen, one more droplet in an ocean of mourning.
Tormented souls bent and broken
Secrets told and wished unspoken.

The poets place is by the river
Awating sting, awaiting shiver
The ripples rest my mind at ease
Here beneath these ancient trees.

Days unsleeping found me here,
Bent backwards beyond the verge of the abyss
The mountains upside down resemble the roots of floating palaces.
Unknown island worlds, unknown to those that would seek to know.

The full moon hangs full circle
Beyonds the windows lie
Tainted blue and painted by you
Every colour of the sky.

The burning sun is dying
And all its money spent
I have no time to beg or borrow
I ave no time to find tomorrow
Here in sweat box tent.

I can hear the fires crackle
Alongside the laughter of my friends.
Sweet are the birds of morning as they join our song off beat.
New worlds are formed
New words born aloft the graceful fabric of the forest air.
I wrap my fingers around my hair.
Pulling leaves and twigs from the chaos that stirs above my temple.
Ride with me this darkened night
Beckon with me the Queen of Twilight.

Such wonders has she that men turn blind
When in her heaving bosom find
The secret bliss, a lovers kiss.
Still she devours your mind.

What to do?
Where to go?
How am I supposed to know?

Dance in turn for the sun to burn.
I promise I shall return.