| Under the Trees Part II Under the Trees I beseech the moon to lift me up I want to ride it to the Planet X Moon- oh lunar disc- Come down; gently glide in path. I am waiting On the steps Arms outstretched, Await your call. I am dressed in garb To travel It is the cloth of my people I have been displaced Not forgotten, but sent away The journey is mine I take off my shoes- see? I bare my feet- I disrobe and make ready. The night is starry Like a blanket it surrounds the horizons The chains around my shoulders I have taken off. They lie near my feet. Sunshine beams I have Let be woven into my garment And threads from bloodstreams as well. I hear the voices call From far away They have always sought me Even when a child The wind in the trees All I had to do was be still Look up, and listen. Fly, if I could; but not meant for here Shadowy forms of playmates Laugh and run around me- Childish pity for my leaden feet. Years later -a short space in time- All adults They come still to take me Human yes But of a few who would Who could take up The stream of another world So few can hear Choose to stay, choose to go. They call me still. Step up. my wondrous child Ride with me on the white road above You may now step, with foot so light Come- come away To your own. by Doreen A. J. Stenger copyright 2002 all rights reserved |