Not long can I recall –the shape of the forest
But a daydream in a bed of ferns
As a nest of ecstatic tendrils
Took knowledge of my form
Faint whispers in the nursery of orchids
How swiftly it rose in flames!
Hide and go seek the flashing grottos
Their tangled channels -a Pierian Spring
A gift of Toth –my willing tongue
Storied programming in Theta
Vital ghost –thrice born!
In singing your name –I paint my blood
Resplendent like crystal
I’m already dead!
I’m dancing in your footsteps!
A Song of Emerald