The Poet and the Song

The Poet and the Song

Born on a star path
worn by Eagles and wind
I live in the heart of the sun.
My mother's heart
is the river of time.
The dark forest wall
is where my father sleeps,
where he gave me passage
to this small bend in the river.

The forest stands before me
an ancient doorway
I can silently slip through
to dwell among the colours
the shadows
and the spirits living there.

I can sing out
with a raven's tongue
and fly above the night
to touch the fire
of starlight
and dance on the moon
until the end of time

but the river
marks my beginning
and my end
and here
I shall tell my story.

Michael Robinson