The Pass

[crows]

I came to you hindered with memory
Through vast smoke, waylaid by thunder.
Instructed by others of your gipsy kind,
I waited in a circle of stones, so you might find me.

There were no laments inside me, though
How long was it? Till you came, and looked.
It was here, with wings and light and eyes.
I invited you in, with thanks. My trial was

At last. At an end? And yet… it was here,
In the battlefield, I met and knew you
I courted you with my hands and names,
Perhaps to willing. To give. To forgive.

My body was the mountain you climbed. By light I followed.
When I reached you there, you would not have me.