Lenchen's reply to Hawk: <br /> <br />Come dance with me <br />Through heart tangled bracken, <br />Brambles, nettles, <br />The pace never slackens. <br />Sharp thorns may rake <br />Our thoughts, flying wild <br />With Hawk and Wolf <br />Fey untamed child. <br />Ripe berries stain <br />Heals fresh wounds gathered <br />Our quickening gains <br />In spirits un-tethered. <br />The steps we dance <br />To the tune of the soul <br />from dawn of creation <br />As two made whole. <br /> <br />Hawk answers: <br /> <br />I am coming, my lovely <br />and I reach for your hands. <br />You say bracken and brambles <br />and nettles and thorns, <br />let us dive into trouble, <br />see the devil's own horns. <br />Slip and slide on the rubble <br />in this wild, untamed shambles <br />our faces are merry <br />our pulses are racing. <br />As we share our first berry, <br />drink its juices together, <br />then continue to tumble <br />through heavenly heather. <br />And the mountain we're facing <br />desires us humble <br />yet the eden of summer <br />is giving us fragrance. <br />As we hear our own drummer <br />and keep dancing like vagrants. <br />In the end we fall silent, <br />standing close under trees, <br />know that man is no island, <br />ask what each of us sees. <br />And our eyes tell the tale: <br />What our souls can create, <br />as they -hearty and hale- <br />choose the other as mate. <br />Could it possibly fail? <br />Would the spirits destroy <br />that which happened by chance? <br />With our hearts full of joy <br />we continue to dance.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-hawk-and-playmate-to-my-true-kindred-spir-3/
