The Wise Night Bird
The glow of stars above,
Uncountable but for your eyes.
Hands of grace play power upon the sheets
Exactness of thought unadulterated by
… desire, want or need
He who knows the numbers of all…
That might be, could be or should be,
Guide the path with paradisiacal scrawl.
In words and thoughts be seed.
Quiet, yet of many words,
Speak light into my ear
Ever wise night bird
What glides from the fine reed?
The path between the divide
To kingly wisdom you advise.
Whisper softly your creed.
Hand and breath of veracity
Gentle sage of wetland fields
Balance my heart with perspicacity
Forever I follow your lead.