Dreams of the Druid

Lilting cadence 
Misted and serene
Song of the wood 
Verdant dreams
Sylvan awareness lullaby me
Ere before slumbers breach 
Show me that, which I can’t see
Arboreal memories just out of reach 
Ancient 
Patient
Wise
Serene 
Collective whispers bid me sleep 
neath oaken guardian 
On bed of leaves
To the tree how odd I must seem 
I am the meteors momentary dream
Spending life as if no tomorrow
We shine short and bright 
Mans blessing and our sorrow 
Oh tolerant tree
When you dream with me
Show me my love across the sea
Let us dance neath crystal seas
I would touch her soul 
Ever 
So 
Gently 
Pity the lovelorn need
Would you
Could you
Dear, ancient tree?


© poem, image Michael Garland 2016