The Nature of Gothic
What does it want
this cool stone
span this bridge
on air what
does it ask
of us who come
here asking
it our questions
who move round
its roots our voices
lick the silence
of its vault
our prayers make
currents stir
in the tall air
that asks us to see
something the roof
of the world
perhaps expects
some gravity
to open in us
some reflection
or an answer
our need stilled
a moment but oh
stone shifts
endlessly
into itself
it disappears
and reappears
the way time slips
behind a cloud
then reappears
having been lost
to us and we
were lost too
among the stones
of its forest.
Westron Wind
When the trees sough
all the house fills
with their breathing
and we rest in
their giant breath
that goes on without
end that we
breath in and with
being lifted
among the trees
as we were always
lifted before
we were born
before the woods
even breath after
breath lifting
the valley from
itself lifting
those other days
out of today.
The Kindling 