The blue dress saga 2

When I wear my dress of blue
And black the night sky flowing free
The magical reveals within
The privilege it does begin
It really feels unbelievable
A constancy that thrillingly
Embraces other worlds away
auspicious and propitiously
An almost Uncanny spirit
As if a spell evolved
And encapsulated my future state
Wherein so much is solved
A clarity of purpose
Each field of vision that
Opens up a line of sight
Exposing where I am at

From dusk to DAWN
The forest Seemingly a veil
A moonless starless vista
The beginning of a tale
Of seeing myself more easily
As clearly as in day
Like Peering through
A keyhole
Where a halo is in play

And what is sensory processing
And on what could this be based
A kind of emanation visibly embraced.
And gravity and balance seem
The order of the day
It’s as if I am in sunlight
With the wild ones all at bay

The Crickets owls and light rain falls
And Noisily combine
Rustling leaves and shadows
Its a picture so divine
Enchantments are just everywhere
A darkening desire
Which Kind of clouds my judgement
And presents in place a fire
Everything I comprehend
The firmness of the ground
I hear the breath of many
Wherever they abound
Fox trails highly scented
On brushwood and perhaps
A gate and post in front of me
That obligingly now wraps

Enabling me to contemplate
Serendipity
A closeness to the wildness
Championing the free
To see a fox just up ahead
And not bothering that I
Am well within his range
offering evidence it’s high
Time that I could see
Bits of his hair just hanging
And his scent provocatively
Sight and hearing are as one
Complimenting they
Spare me form and colour
In a most peculiar way

At the ancient Neolithic stones
At Roll rights Oxfordshire
A tapestry of wildness
And a soupcon of desire
Puffs of moonlight surrendering
Their peacefulness and calm
Where the elemental faeries
Really have no qualm
About Living in the roots of trees
With the mosses soft and green
Elemental fairies
That very few have seen
And it’s all down to my blue dress
And the music of the night
Each entity emits a sound
And a covering light

Olive didn’t bark at all
She was peaceful too
Her big black eyes could see
The faeries
Level with her view
apparently they communicate
With animals as well
For animals can see them clearly
And magic a spell
And work it with the wild canines
Where each highly scented trail
Can be hanging in the ether
And as We pass by sail

Whenever a fox is hungry
He wants to hunt and he
Goes back to a hole he fashioned
And probably Hastily
Extended from a rabbits burrow
Back home he tells me he
Has cubs and all are expectant
Of all he brings for tea
He keeps to the field margins
Its easier for they
Would rather have an easement
Than a thorny trailing way

Before I wore my dress
It had been impossible to know
Our senses less developed than the ones
But now real low
and behold the blue dress saga
Had gripped me and tonight
Able to fix his aroma
Just felt entirely right
My friend being a victim
Of the hunters and the hounds
He develops an efficient sense of smell
Upon his rounds
For me to pick up on his ability
I knew
Really just how remarkable
It was what I could do.

A host of eyes prevailing
Fixed it seems on me
Invisible to human kind
All jostling now to see
The Red Deer, Fox, and little Owl
In close proximity
And what looked like shapeless forms ahead
And many a towering tree

The attraction of some ceps
Nestled in the leaves
Untouched by snail or slug
Fresher than one believes
Was possible
As if they grew
After seeing me
An assembly of tastiness
Potentially for tea

Imagination in overload
Ingenuity
My wildest dreams were being
Answered
By Every single tree
All bowing down to murmur
It seemed fictional and wrong
But every where they welcomed
Me
and said I did belong.