Tiarnia

There is no other world there is
And the leafless branches
Became my fingers

On the forest floor
In the darkest green there is
After the pouring rain
I sat on the moss and stone
And the darkness danced

The world becomes
Of her instinct
Pouring like rain
On spruce and rock

Nothing else exists
Than her words
Weaved on the spider's web
As she dances

My thoughts
Like clouds they travel
Over the longest starlit night

Thoughts
Cracking like dry branches

The viper tongues
Licked my ears clean
And I heard the sounds of this world
Holy as the rowan berries

She breathes under the waves
As the labyrinth unravels
And can see the stars

I am the light that shall guide you to darkness