~On The Edge Of Mystic Wood~
 

by
 
 

Sarah Gallant
 

A cloaked figure stepped lightly into the evening,
blanketed under a reticent rose sky.
Odoriferous violet permeated the air.
And trees in various phases of transmutation
caught her eye, ethereal, evolving into the
amethyst shades of the scent.
All became one in a parallel and crystal vision.
Sense was here anent bunches of fairy buds
blossoming thick in the emerald green carpet.
A grassy, flowering, velvet visage unfolding,
grasping and growing, touching on and beyond
this memorable moment of tranquility . . .
Breathing slowly in the dusk of unmasking musk,
not the breath of evening's slumber,'
but the depth and breadth of eternity.
Muted and gentle were the tones of silence and shadow
hanging low.
Clear and resonant were the rhymes rising and ringing
in heart and mind.
Gently chiming blowing breezes
extolling secrets of ancient clairvoyants
and spirits seeded
guiding the needy through obscurity
in their elemental strife;
Softly humming free and all resounding
in the chants of hovering souls abounding,
through paths of dualities slowly meeting
recounting themes of darkness and of Light
Mystic melodies then releasing
and for sowing essences are calling,
in transcendent modes and forms of being,
resplendent hymns of eternal life.

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