It Spreads for Thee
by Bill Haley
Dark and warmly damp waits the wood While white mist hovers thick with scent. Solace and solitude kiss Give rise to strength and rebirth To dance again. Hidden ‘tween the trunks of trees Protected lies the slitted door, Veiled in the forests of the valley floor. Invites the Holy Siren, “Eat and drink your fill, o lovers, of this dew and from this glen,” Sung to swan dancers high on mystical peaks Surrounded by lovely bees Satisfied with honey from lesser trees. “Settle, come down, and sit where the dance begins. The narrow door unveiled spreads for thee.” Seek, come near, wander blindly to the wood Led by whispers and sense. Sit and join the spirit song, soar, Swim in love surpassing all knowledge For those willing to enter the hidden door.