The Earth Walker

"The warmth of the sun makes me think of you. You would seem to be the eye of my storm. Wildness so wild that it holds a place of peace." - Jan. 30th, 2015  The Earth Walker My love is a fay, who walks over the earth Weaving a crownlet of dew Seeking the one who will temper his thirst And linger in his oceans of blue My love is the wind, flying in from the north  Cooling my brow in the night Offering sweetly to bathe me in warmth Though away he will fly at first light My love is a king, ruling gently the tomb Of all who fall under his lull With eyes that make dim the sheen of the moon And lips that make laughter more full My love is a gardener, guiding the stars To bring forth their flowers and fruit Into the marrow of all that we are That passage of time may dilute  My love is a monster, his cavernous depths A midnight of darkness and truth With honeying tongue and treacherous steps  He bested the years of my youth My love is my friend, whose heart is my home Wherever it is he may go My heart in his hands, to do what he will For wild things never grow old My love is a fay, who walks over the earth Weaving a crownlet of dew Seeking the one who will temper his thirst And ignite his oceans of blue.