Night Walks with the Maymed Kynge
Cary, North Carolina
These black gates
Of information and wonder
That we carry with us
Are portals
To other worlds.
Do they take us
To worlds that enrich and bring hope?
Or do they enrage and bring hell?
Such towering gates
In rooms near our hearths
Numb us.
On dark nights,
Beyond the gates,
Magic lies outside.
It cuts through the trees
On a breeze.
It courses through the creeks
After the rain.
It vibrates in the darkness,
Whole,
And heavy.
Wild
Like the veins of Macha.
In this darkness
The Maymed Kynge
Beckons me to the sea.