Give up solitude,
a promontory
where birds rise air-wise
singing to no-one
wav'ring, thronging songs.
Wav'ring, thronging songs
to no-one, give up
solitude, you've lost.
The road from the mount
goes back to the town.
Goodbye to my fields
imagined just so-
bluebells and lilies
among knee high gold-
late day's light dissolves.
Late day's light dissolves
descending the road
in fields imagined
so live fox and doe
in sighing shadows.
Goodbye to forests
where I alone roamed
in sighing shadows
picking white mushrooms
making deadwood thrones.
Making deadwood thrones
and moss blanket beds,
unfastening dreams
'round the canopy
soar and stretch their threads.
Limb to limb they spread
a gauze of daylight
a leaf-green quiet
an inward shiver-
a thought so resolved.
A thought so resolved,
"Give up solitude!"-
a perfect forest
imagination
uninterrupted.
The road from the mount
goes back to the town
descending I say
goodbye to my fields
goodbye to my forests
where I alone roamed,
a leaf-green quiet
within it I longed
singing to no-one
wav'ring, thronging songs.
