I
knew now where my words would find their mark
And
work for good
And
leave those who were not ‘there’ in peace
To
find their own way back
How
could the treasure make for a lovely thing
If
I didn’t couch it in loveliness?
Find
for it some melody that would lift and please?
The
Chart I’d hid – which led to their shining goal
I knew
where it would be found – that Map that led
To
the tryst-nest of the lighted-beauty:
The
thing that mattered – it was in the dark hill.
Ten
paces past the sight of what we thought we knew
Twenty
past the sounds of our earthly soul
Forty
beyond the bitter taste of any sting in the flesh
One
hundred above the selfish touch of any humankind
The
sign of the pivot on the Map – showed the place
On
the ground below the Utter, which bore the spirit up.
Though
a thing of night – my net cast across the heavens
With its catch – as the silver flash and sparkle of little fish
These
leaping stars – they stood out to lead the way here
But
so faint, behind the shoulder of my Hill – would they see?
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