The Birch Tree Where The Owl Sits

The Birch Tree Where The Owl Sits .:. is where I write this message  

Empty streets of dewy pavement in the silence of the night 

Where our sparks dance effortlessly with complete delight

The old folk smile

Fore we are coming back to life 

It’s dark it’s deep

The rivers the peaks 

But what lies in the forest? 

Have you ever dared to take a stare in to the thicket of Horus?

It sparks, it darts 

From left to right 

Playing a game of balance 

Flashes of light take electrical flight 

You can not measure its valence 

The currents they flare while in your despair 

Fore that is what will serve you 

It’s a dark day, a dark night, a dark soul 

The Gnomes start to unwind with the flow of Undine 

Her heart is always glowing

The Sylphs they then start blowing 

Drying your tears 

Washed away your fears 

A Salamander is now growing

Be careful my friend 

This is not the end

Fore now you write the story 

Let’s jump back to the key in forest 

Far through the trees

Follow the breeze 

This is where you will find Horus 

At The Birch Tree Where The Owl Sits

-Jaclyn Durling