Seeking Quicksilver

I once sat sagely
Beneath the tree
And focused on what
Was and wasn’t me
The deep gouged bark
Pressed into my back
I looked up at my oak
Sea of green on black
Branches swaying like
Snakes in the sky
I found myself there
And in my mind’s eye
Noticed I was travelling
And yet sitting still
Body patiently waiting
As the silver soul will
Go travelling off
With the spirits and sprites
Leave day down below
And travel into night
Landing in the dark
My wings disappear
Wrapped all in shadows
The bright ones appear
Surround me laughing
With their glowing Fae lights
Teeth and claws hiding
Behind masks of delight
And I smile truly
As I become me
My human dissolving
And I shed it with glee
Fingers grow longer
And nails and hair
Teeth become sharper
I am more aware
Feeling him near me
Wandering thrill
Knowing his heart
Beats for mine still
We gaze in the waters
Formed by the dew
Our futures entwining
Past and present too
I reach towards him
And he towards me
His eyes quicksilver
An ocean unseen
Since the dawn of time
And far beyond then
Dancing my shadows
Arora tinged skin
Licking that spark
At the centre of self
And it blazes brightly
Flamed serpentine elf
All becomes brighter
Such colours appear
Swirling around me
To hold me right here
Be one forever and
Never look back
Feeling such wholeness
Not that I lack
Something I can’t quite
Fathom or grasp
The fear of it spasms
The death rattle rasps
And that dull ache
Returns with such force
I remember what was
As time takes its course
And I find myself sitting
Beneath that oak tree
Wondering what was
And what wasn’t me

(c) AM Hunter 2016