Shadow hunting upper crests
Pricked ears I follow
Climbing fogs
Of moisture, fern and feral friends
With moonlight piercing covered bough
Dim paving trails to feinted brow
And heavy limbs through heavy heart
Abiding grades
That nature’s onerous trek has made
Till submitting to the end I pray
On weary knees
My mercy to obliquity
Advanced before me like a dream.

The glittering cape that now surrounds,
A constellation run aground,
Plots distant, creeping lowly mounds
Pin flashing ghosts of unheard sounds
Where dreams that chatter
All at rest
Weave neat amongst the velvet nest
Entrapping silty surges tamed
To swell to nought on rising frames
The channelled force
Our lives amass
Beside, bestrew
A retinue that ties me, I,
The seer over all I stand:
My sea, my stars, my wild land.