Rosemary and thyme

Something with a twist.

I shall rise at dawn,

Wash my hair

With rosemary and thyme,

And weave my dress

Anew

From the dewdrops

On silken webs.

Or better yet-

I shall wear

Midnight,

Full of glorious velvets

And diamond stars

With a crescent of silver

For a crown.

I shall speak

With the gods

Of the lavender fields,

Of the emerald glades,

And sapphire waters.

The gods

Of the secret paths.

I shall wear Midnight

As a cape.

I shall meet you

Somewhere

Say, la forêt du Landais-

Where the air

Is full of pine and river mist.

Voices will answer you

By the water,

Gods, nameless before.

The one of the golden spear,

And she, of the grasses high-

They shall greet you

In the green.

Ask- and you will know

Everything

There is to know.

Listen- and they will speak

Loud and clear

As a lark,

Singing of morn.

Follow the path

Leading to the river.

Ask and listen.

And when you are ready

Come back to me,

Back to midnight,

Rosemary and thyme.