Ending's Edge

The word on the sign is 'welcome'
Written in lilting Celtic letters...
And you know you are in Avalon
Wise to the Way
Alive to the time of day:
The slate of twilight fades
           Into dusk
           Into gray...
Set your weight against the stone:
Then fear the pain of being alone.
Bid a final farewell to the fearing, the envy, and the wrath.
I am a wolf at the clearing at the end of the path
Already bathed in the steady gaze of the moon
Consumed... lapped up by liquid light,
Fur aflame with wicked silver.
Throat open with a howl; teeth bared in a grin.
The Grail is seduction and salvation, redemption and sin,
          A Challenge and a Chalice...
We toast with wine...drink deep of our love.
Should I smile or cry a million tears
For all the long miles and for all the years.
My call is answered by angels and amber
Ears up/ my heart resonates with the timbre.
Insert the Key into the lock we thought we lost;
The Door is the wood of the cross
Hands shaking, handfasted, hands inter-wound
Folding each in each on the forest floor
          And on the forest floor we are found
Promises are sown
          Rose petals are strewn
                     All across the ground...
          This is another place
Another when.
To find so much peace here at the end
Should be some kind of sin...
Here there is depth and stillness
There is no rain or wind
No pain... no illness... not in Avalon.
Ever and always the moon, she shines like the sun.
After dinner the gleaming is done
Another beginner, the dreaming has begun.
Two lives become
          One
                      (Never forget).
The wolf is me and I am he
Through his yellow eyes I see the moonset
Gray streaks stretch reaching across the sky
Do I disturb the sky... His blue eye; do I dare?
From a delicate devastation: a distant dawn,
Shining silver on smooth fur and white hair.
On the deep green grass we lay, the predator prays,
To a wild-God full of truth both real and rare.
Into sweet sleep weternal pass, and night fades
Into one year and a day.

4.10.2006