Liberate Nature Child

To go to the ancient house
of dark and wild
with destiny entwined
in wooded winter waste
a gossamer eternity
in her icy fingers takes
the twists and turns
and makes of this
the wondrous rapture
evergreen into a kiss

in blossoms
crown of flowers
beyond the world
of time and hours
start of summer
dream and sighs
and falling like a petal
from the leafy tree of skies
where at your sacred feet
she rises up
into the wonder
of your eyes