Come out of the darkness,
Come out from under those dripping branches
of shadowy trees lost in clouds…
As you have been…
Come out of the cold and the fog,
Into my cabin at the heart of the Endless Wood.
Take your shoes off and rest your weary bones by my fire,
The crackling hearth,
Singing of distant voices,
The scent of wood smoke and incense…
Take of my brew,
The flowers of spring,
The nectar of summer,
The apples of fall,
The spices of exotic places far.
Sip the warmth and sleep,
Just me rubbing your feet one at a time while you rock…
Just me and outside the wind,
All far from here now.
Sip the warm spices and sleep,
Wrapped in the fragrance of spring,
The sweetness of summer,
The heady musk of autumn…
The earth will sleep beneath her white shroud,
And you my eider-down,
Tucking you in.
Sleep now and dream
Until our spring comes again
And the sunlight slants through
yon dark wind-dancing trees.