The Woods at Night

by Dieu

The night stands in reckoning
Beyond the gloam
of firelight quickening
Silent and slow.

Mysteries beckon
Among shadows of leaves
Where grass paths of calm glisten
Darkly gesturing.

Spheres scrape their paths across sky
Above whisperings of earth and decay
Where remembrance of things past
Pass on and are gained.

From forth the night and the woods I seek
And I see,
Into the souls of things
Their power and their peace.

Forever amongst the glory of the trees
And of the flower
Reigns infinity through echoing halls
Falling dark upon our hours.