Perhaps he Knows

Free at last from your sanity routines,

On mornings when ankle deep slow-flow tendrils

Of mist ebb and trace the shadow-and-not spaces

Between ghost-of-winter honey bark beeches,

(Making lies of histories and your blind surges of truth)

I swear that I have seen

The dark shield-and-faith lord step out

On caparison’d, prancing dapple stallion

To meet dawn’s damson-moon light;

Though only sheep and bitter ‘daws

Now populate the ruined traces of his castle keep

And dragons be lost, with unicorns, in time’s jealous chains.

Perhaps he knows this, perhaps not;

But still he rides out for his people –

As he always did!

4 thoughts on “Perhaps he Knows

  1. Now I wished a Shield and Faith Lord would save me and whisk me away on his prancing dapple stallion. 🙂

  2. beeseeker says:

    Thanks for the lovely comment. I guess this one is a throwback European version … We all need one, but can’t usually find one.
    Happy for you to borrow this one 🙂

  3. kutukamus says:

    Fate avails, destiny prevails
    (Nah, what do I know?) 🙂

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