RAINE REFLECTIONS
We reveal sensual secrets
before a pale voyeur moon
peeping behind clouds
our innocence swept away
by time and change
sweet’N low® moments
evening flakes of sky
tremble from a shaker
held by the hand of Tefnut
drifting like dandelion seeds
upon the winds of Shu
falling upon wet grasses
in forest glades
where faeries gather
with dragonfly-wings
filtering psychedelic dreams
dancing in circles of song
planting mushrooms spores
that grow succulent and sweet
the days pass by
Listen, do you hear?
the hallowed howls
of wild things call,
“Come with me, child of man
past the rivers beyond
come with me, child of woman
to the dark and feral forest
where roots entwine
like writhing snakes
beneath your naked feet
the sacred knowledge lies here
at the heart
where lightning struck
and time began
sample its fruit
feel the soft-fleshy sweetness
running down your chin,
lap its juices
taste its succulence
revel in intimate knowledge
become drunk
Sleep now, beneath
my loving branches
my leaves, your blanket,
my moss, your bed
Time to awaken, child
here is my acorn heart
take my secrets with you
plant my seed
the morning comes,
its lustrous light filters
through rustling
stained glass leaves
Time to awaken, child
take my secrets with you
plant my seeds
birth my wisdoms.”
Civilization screams!
with wires buzzing
engines snoring,
clocks chiming
alarms blaring
the seed falls from startled
trembling hands
rolling over
smooth-synthetic floors
past the metal jaws
of a register and into
the fiery furnace below
smouldering to ashes
the skies grow
dim-dull and grey
the dust of concrete billows
in business parks
and bustling sterile streets
where a forest once
bloomed in a dream
that grew blurry
forgotten in seconds
work awaits us all
© Christopher Raine
Acorn Heart
www.RaineReflections.com