Nathrangking

Poem 9

                                                           Wood of Song

Waters that burn with the deepest fires from beyond the mortal realm flow from both the heights among the stars and down below where the damned yell. They quench the world’s thirst and slake a garden hidden from the sight of those who are deemed unworthy. The most luscious orchards of vibrant emerald, ruby, ochre, and other otherworldly hues reach up from the ground and scent the world with the most intoxicating perfumes. Wisdom flies forth from the shaded glades of this place where few gods can ever hope to walk. Beneath one tree Lyre in hand, Phoebus sings and wakes the trees to dance. Demeter and Persephone sway in shadow as Hades hums along from the depths of the world. Artemis and her bow are enrapt and unable to do more than allow the magic to seep into her immortal soul. Dryads burst free of their prisons and spin about raising the music with their own accompaniment. Together they weave a tapestry that calls for another.

She who created this garden and brought life to this place hears the summons and comes out from where she rests. Her voice quiets all as she begins to intone the most lovely tune that the cosmos has ever known. It contains it all, joy, sadness, longing, love, and all else that any could ever hope to feel. Words lose all meaning as this most holy chant pierces even the lord of the dead and pulls from him a river of tears. Phoebus is overcome by joy as he sets aside his lyre basks in the waves of sublime sound. Artemis longs for more than her bow might ever offer and tosses it beneath a tree to be forgotten. Mother and daughter’s love deepens as every moment extends into an eternity worthy of epic ballads. Each note rises and falls in ways that embed her power into the fabric of all worlds. Hers is perfection that drives away worry and fear from the heart and replaces them with a song whose strains are just beyond the horizon.