Other Worldly

We stood, bathed in our nakedness, at the beginning
of a green sea and the end of a forest filled with singing.
Above the fish floated, below the birds drowned,
in between we were starved by unfamiliar sounds.
Blue sunshine dappled us around in the shape of diamonds
for the breeze that held the trees was precious and golden.
I hunted a charmed pixie and drank her of all her dust.
Sorrow melted my face as she said “If you must, you must.”
Awkward intrusions on a place that held no trace
we found as fairy chants wrapped our ears in silver lace.
So graceful, as a heroine who possesses the ancient traditions,
you replaced blackened eggs to their nest, to their mother-uncrestfallen.
It was a time, a place that gave existence the gentle glow of a serpent’s scales.
We found a thread of water flowing itself up a yellowed hill.
It’s infinite tongue tumbled out of a marble mouth to lick our eyes.
Lying out in the fields of stone with our unicorns’ horns interlaced,
we were blessed by the tears shed by their porcelain moon.
You paused to place your heart’s caress on an unfathomably
sorrowed child who spoke the high speech of the magi.
Our journey continued through glass covered mountains with
an inspired heretic for whom the rocks swayed.
As blood poured out of bloated clouds that crowned
our heads and conquered the air, his eyes smiled.
From his chest the trade winds began to blow and a whisper
ended with penetrating us from his virgin lungs….

“Trees sing as choirs, the waters lavish on us truth, only your magic is greater in two.”

- by Ian Mcphail