Oneiros

Starving child,

heedless orphan,

a need becomes quest becomes sword

Your romance, your love,

now a storm on the wind

Just thunder and lightning and vigorous life

And the soft cleansing rain of the new.

But what remains in your wake

ever nomad,

restless seeker?

What gifts do you bring with your touch?

Cry havoc in newness and wonder

Break chains,

Waken soil for the coming of spring.

But peace?

Not for you,

Starving child

Lovely Loki.

Your home is horizon’s repose

What reveals, cannot build

Only sew seeds of dreams

You are not destination, but road