A
Tangled Web of Love
A TANGLED web of love:
The quicksilver cloth I am taken of---
Its lacings tightening form a canopy---
Love’s overhanging branches
Forming a hidden bower within me---
From trees lightly finding their place
In my daily round
And in all my suspect places---
Trees standing tall and firm and
growing
In their good ground---
Within the substance of hidden proud
graces---
Trees--- that were the ascending of
courage---
Our capacities for loving---
Evidence of all our uprisings of
passionate longing---
Trees--- our stands of willow yearnings
Our ashes of aspen and rowan breathings
Bringing us tangled into love’s own
domain
Taking us snared into love’s confusions
of passion
Weaving bliss into all our burnt
offerings there
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- From: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
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