In a dream I was,
Or watching through a door ajar..
Fire glow cast on forest floor
And slow hooves a distant drum..
Mist fingering through deepest dripping forest
On air electric,
As ripples of movement
Sweep below heavy branches,
Bird call echoing
Danger is unavoidable.
Body on fire as senses strain outwards-
Tensed for a glimpse, a scent, a taste,
A touch of the Beloved.