When I wear my dress of blue
\nAnd black the night sky flowing free
\nThe magical reveals within
\nThe privilege it does begin
\nIt really feels unbelievable
\nA constancy that thrillingly
\nEmbraces other worlds away
\nauspicious and propitiously
\nAn almost Uncanny spirit
\nAs if a spell evolved
\nAnd encapsulated my future state
\nWherein so much is solved
\nA clarity of purpose
\nEach field of vision that
\nOpens up a line of sight
\nExposing where I am at<\/p>\n
From dusk to DAWN
\nThe forest Seemingly a veil
\nA moonless starless vista
\nThe beginning of a tale
\nOf seeing myself more easily
\nAs clearly as in day
\nLike Peering through
\nA keyhole
\nWhere a halo is in play<\/p>\n
And what is sensory processing
\nAnd on what could this be based
\nA kind of emanation visibly embraced.
\nAnd gravity and balance seem
\nThe order of the day
\nIt\u2019s as if I am in sunlight
\nWith the wild ones all at bay<\/p>\n
The Crickets owls and light rain falls
\nAnd Noisily combine
\nRustling leaves and shadows
\nIts a picture so divine
\nEnchantments are just everywhere
\nA darkening desire
\nWhich Kind of clouds my judgement
\nAnd presents in place a fire
\nEverything I comprehend
\nThe firmness of the ground
\nI hear the breath of many
\nWherever they abound
\nFox trails highly scented
\nOn brushwood and perhaps
\nA gate and post in front of me
\nThat obligingly now wraps<\/p>\n
Enabling me to contemplate
\nSerendipity
\nA closeness to the wildness
\nChampioning the free
\nTo see a fox just up ahead
\nAnd not bothering that I
\nAm well within his range
\noffering evidence it\u2019s high
\nTime that I could see
\nBits of his hair just hanging
\nAnd his scent provocatively
\nSight and hearing are as one
\nComplimenting they
\nSpare me form and colour
\nIn a most peculiar way<\/p>\n
At the ancient Neolithic stones
\nAt Roll rights Oxfordshire
\nA tapestry of wildness
\nAnd a soupcon of desire
\nPuffs of moonlight surrendering
\nTheir peacefulness and calm
\nWhere the elemental faeries
\nReally have no qualm
\nAbout Living in the roots of trees
\nWith the mosses soft and green
\nElemental fairies
\nThat very few have seen
\nAnd it\u2019s all down to my blue dress
\nAnd the music of the night
\nEach entity emits a sound
\nAnd a covering light<\/p>\n
Olive didn\u2019t bark at all
\nShe was peaceful too
\nHer big black eyes could see
\nThe faeries
\nLevel with her view
\napparently they communicate
\nWith animals as well
\nFor animals can see them clearly
\nAnd magic a spell
\nAnd work it with the wild canines
\nWhere each highly scented trail
\nCan be hanging in the ether
\nAnd as We pass by sail<\/p>\n
Whenever a fox is hungry
\nHe wants to hunt and he
\nGoes back to a hole he fashioned
\nAnd probably Hastily
\nExtended from a rabbits burrow
\nBack home he tells me he
\nHas cubs and all are expectant
\nOf all he brings for tea
\nHe keeps to the field margins
\nIts easier for they
\nWould rather have an easement
\nThan a thorny trailing way<\/p>\n
Before I wore my dress
\nIt had been impossible to know
\nOur senses less developed than the ones
\nBut now real low
\nand behold the blue dress saga
\nHad gripped me and tonight
\nAble to fix his aroma
\nJust felt entirely right
\nMy friend being a victim
\nOf the hunters and the hounds
\nHe develops an efficient sense of smell
\nUpon his rounds
\nFor me to pick up on his ability
\nI knew
\nReally just how remarkable
\nIt was what I could do.<\/p>\n
A host of eyes prevailing
\nFixed it seems on me
\nInvisible to human kind
\nAll jostling now to see
\nThe Red Deer, Fox, and little Owl
\nIn close proximity
\nAnd what looked like shapeless forms ahead
\nAnd many a towering tree<\/p>\n
The attraction of some ceps
\nNestled in the leaves
\nUntouched by snail or slug
\nFresher than one believes
\nWas possible
\nAs if they grew
\nAfter seeing me
\nAn assembly of tastiness
\nPotentially for tea<\/p>\n
Imagination in overload
\nIngenuity
\nMy wildest dreams were being
\nAnswered
\nBy Every single tree
\nAll bowing down to murmur
\nIt seemed fictional and wrong
\nBut every where they welcomed
\nMe
\nand said I did belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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