Slipping through the lost mists of time,
No-man´s-land, not here nor there,
Tripping through dew-kissed herbs; cold feet bare,
Delicately brushing sweet lavender, sage & thyme.
Serenading bats, cobwebs kiss,
The sweet moths whisper, & the raven beckons,
My long-lived life over in seconds,
The serpent weaves a farewell hiss.
The forest bows, the lake calls,
Weightless I move through time´s veil,
Drifting between worlds, soft & pale,
Passing through life´s restricting walls.
Farewell sweet earth & to all I know,
I´m grateful for your love & the lessons taught,
For the gentle things & the battles fought,
But I must return home now, it´s time to go,
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “The Last Dance”
Photo Credit: © Lili Saatchi