Manifesting a Vision

Alchemist and Poet, I weave words and spin the breeze
Dryad and Druid, I celebrate the sacred trees
Dancer and Dreamer, I hold The Mystery’s keys
I walk in the wood and wonder, sometimes dance a prayer
I see marvels daily, and some of them are not there
Sometimes I see the past, flicker from tree to tree
Sometimes I see bright shadows of things that ought to be
I saw her in the deep woods, dressed in simple blue
Her form was soft and liquid, the greenwood showing through
She smiled and the questing wind kissed her half closed eyes
She stood there brief and beautiful, understanding, wise
And then within a shift of light, the seeming was withdrawn
I gazed at only greenwood, the brief, bright vision gone
I felt the grotto empty; hollow, without light
And knew what I must do to make reality come right

I called and she answered, the vision now is true
The grotto’s full of warmth and light, awakened, anew
The voices from the Abbey drift, softly full of cheer
The Dreamer is so very glad that she is happy here