Silver Spun Silk

she spoke the name of everything in the forest,
she gave gifts of silver and light,
on the high cliffs she spoke a word
and Luna appeared and for the first time
i saw her hair was silver spun silk.

high on the cliffs she spoke a word
and Dawn appeared!

we met in the dark and quiet valley
and she with her quiet strength
gave gifts of sustenance and comfort,
wrought from her own hands and will!

i offered her entrance into her inner door,
i bid her sing out and introduce her song!
i did bring my own light to shed upon her soul
and shared with her my own song.

i did not want to leave her,
but i am traveling so i must.
i don't remember her goodbye
as much as i remember her long withheld kiss.

alas! alas! shall, we meet again?
far, far away on sandy Pylos?
or on high Asheville? better yet!
and sooner still!