Strange Calm

Here pervades in Autumn sun

dressed in filigree bird song

and the haze of meadowsweet,

a light serene in the fields

 

A strange calm

 

The faint buzz of chainsaws

prepares logs for winter hearths

and I remember when they called

called at dinner time

 

A strange calm

 

Hints perhaps at journeys new

the shiver in my belly

has now passed with the letters

eased out my fingers

 

A strange calm

 

Waits here and around the corner

in a far off land

should eyes but see and hear,

fate will take another bow

 

A strange calm

 

A most peculiar life to date

and as sure as sixpence

this is so very true.

What does that fletcher have in store?

 

A strange calm

 

As the arrows are prepared,

points are sharpened

and they are feathered for flight

then put in quivers to be cosy

 

A strange calm

 

Soon the sun will kiss the sky

all perfect pink and rosy

and when the stars have gone abed

the morning star will usher

a new day

 

and it will not find me

where this one left me

 

A strange calm

Mosi-oa-tunya

the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold

 

I fear not any collars

of which you once spoke

unto me

so very, resentfully

 

leave trace in my den

and Seitch Jacurutu

will hear matters

of the desert

 

in my Honour as fremen

will I give freely

unto you,

both chapter and verse

 

no need of artifice

when simplicity might

yet work

its easy magic

 

may Shai-Halud

cleanse the paths.

It falls on me to give,

oh, most cautious one

 

you must provide

secure means

and then the Mentat downloads

Insh’ Allah

 

ever the shadows

is instinct of old

ever the light

I am much more, bold

 

the morning star

and the setting sun

must soon

full circle come

 

foe am I not

ne’er have I been

fate has its quirks

sure, as can be seen

 

the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold