| The Green Man |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|09:46 pm] |
I am he, the God of trees,
I held you in my loving arms
when you were still a child,
You hugged the hard trunk of my body,
Made your nest in my strong branches,
Explored my tangled ways,
Understood my foliate mysteries,
Swung wild from elegant bough,
Hid beneath my leaves,
Kissed my green face,
I am he, the God of trees,
I held you in my loving arms
when you were still a child,
I was your joy,
your secret place
Above the world,
I was your joy
and you, were mine
You felt the slow pulse of my sap
long branches dancing slow in sunset wind
we were innocent lovers then
my rippled bark against your olive skin
I am he, the God of trees,
I held you in my loving arms
when you were still a child
Once my hands rested,
everywhere,
in the grasp of a brother,
and he could reach, to touch another,
thus the whole land, did we cover,
this land, the next and every other,
was green with our laughter
That was long, so long ago,
now, brothers I have none,
wind still whistles through the leaves
yet, the silence has begun
I am he, the God of trees,
I held you in my loving arms
when you were still a child
I am Herne and Lugh and Pan,
Robin, Cernunnos, the Green Man.
Maple, Chestnut, Lime and Elm,
I am Lord of the the forest realm,
Cedar, Silver Birch and Willow,
Rich Pine needles are your pillow
I am Oak and Ash and Thorn,
beneath my branch all things are born
I am he, the God of trees,
I held you in my loving arms
when you were still a child
I remain the God of trees
I embrace you now, in loving arms
Rich and verdant, playful, wild
My beloved, you have always been,
and you are still, my child
Copyright (C) 2001 lovepoet (Marc Power)
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