The Nights Wings

I left Walden Pond

and met you near the wood

you stood between

the moss and morning

in the shadow of the crest

there was a moment

one moment

where I could sense

more than I could see

my vision altered

by the pure completeness

I felt in loving thee

what sense- this sensibility?

worth a mere mortals thought-

if timelessness

not past through

with life’s full measure

left unsought

most travelers find no rest –

on such a road

without formal bedding

said I to the Raven –

“Call the night,

and this forest becomes my heaven.”

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

Posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United