When Wood Is Not As It Seems

I grasped the staff That the old man had given to me If I had only looked At the tattered cloak More closely I could have seen The deep spun blue The silver stars That had faded Under a million morning suns and travels under canopies of green I felt the wood grow It knew the way The way of everything Of magic Of nature Everything to know I held the staff In the morning light It was then that i saw Upon the wood That chance meetings are now understood The deep spun blue wool and silver stars Of his cloak and our coverings That began the journey That handed over to me The journey Upon the wood The letters could be seen “the love of all things” I knew I would meet him again When it was my turn To hand over the staff When I finished my journey Of a million morning suns Under canopies of richest green With my Faerie Moondust Queen The staff to guide me too The Moondust To love me When wood…. Is not as it seems This I learnt Yet, the Moondust With her wisdom Always knew