A Midwinter Night’s Dream

Days grow tangibly shorter

And daylight more precious

As nights grow longer

Yet the dark provides

It’s protective embrace…

Life grows longer and stronger

With every heartbeat, each breath

As the pathways open their arms before you

Yet the quantum wave function collapses in death.

Don’t forget the Sea God’s Trident—

The summoning conch trumpet;

The Pharos Lighthouse stands

Sentinel before the harbor of your dreams:

Don’t forget.

This Holy Night sprouts antlers

That are golden boughs where mistletoe bristles

Where every whispering Druid plays his part

And remembers that sting of Lord Balder’s murder—

Antlers branch forth from the darkest heart.

Each one stands alone

Within the crimson glow of the four-chambered heart;

Ancestors stand in tender infinity

Of living, shimmering stardust

Empowered by sacred desire

Behind each living, arising form

Within each crown of creation,

Each culminating mystery

Of living atomic fire.

Bruce P. Grether 12.19.13