WHERE THE WILD THINGS GROW
And we’d go to that place,
you know the one I mean,
The place where all the wild things grow,
Overgrown and unkempt,
like the best of us…
As we were,
As we are,
And as we shall be again.
And we shall trumpet the unloved!
We shall banquet amongst the brambles,
Drink the nectar of the Gods,
as we did,
as we do
And as we shall again…
Watching buzzards tumble in the sky,
with their plaintive cry an eternal wonder.
And this will be our claim,
Heralds of the wild places,
Together in a knot of tangled caresses,
Never alone and never unloved,
as we do,
as we have,
and forever more shall be so.
In our love we shall always be wild.
Dale m 2021
