This Past Presence - Wobbler

All this time

and still I have no answer

hear them call

the night keeps drawing closer

in on me

Lying still

watching while they’re dancing

secret smiles

see!

— they are rejoicing

in the lights

Walking in an ancient woodland

among the sky high trees

on playful paths

I’m searching inwards

nothing’s like it seems.

Brother rabbit’s burrow

secretly hidden

beneath the dancing stream

in the hour of dawn

in a dance with fawns

within the forest palm

All this and more

stands here from before

I sense the past in this present

The wood and me are one

we’re always moving on

travelling through ages long

eagerly we chant our songs

and when night goes black

we fall to rest

we cuddle up in feathered nests

and rise again by break of dawn.