i wandered you for all
felt you before we merged
saw you the day before
laying on the log there you were
amongst the forest in the wood, bare feet, bare foot
the fox and faun.
Basket made of willow branch
i knew you full of lavender before i smelt
you had been hidden like a dream
as if i had known you-somewhere within
the white one
the childrens stories
the sweet awakening
i would not call out to you; you were silent fawn
dear eyes
those eyes had cried so many memories alive
i did not need to talk
though i turned towards you with a nod. I could see your sun now, it touched your eyes
where the shadows opened the light in poured
not for you is the rush of this world
you hide
happy in the forest
soul alive; radiant wise
rubbing trees with the shoulders; untouched
made of bark and elm and tree and leaf but so deeply rich in skin
the sensual oak knows your name you glisten amongst the silver birch
nature knows fruition
a little light in fills a filter and you glisten rich to all of nature
leaving behind barefoot dancing to stand and wait and still
to fill the basket
to speak to God
to go about your daily work and to nod you head to the sun in worship. This is enough dear one
Photography: Alexey Demidov
