All Written Upon a Stingle Stone

Came there a moment still over still

All upon a whistle wind

Beneath the ragged rooted singing tree

Fast held by coiling twisting bind

Entered he her body shackled

Entered her in mind a tangle

Lighted all the dream walk stairway

Came there in that mystical knowing

Down upon soft dancing moments

Down upon that whistle wind

Carried upon his black raven’s wing

Came moments hallowed still over still

All beside the still deep water

All Beneath the ragged rooted singing tree

A child born on a Stingle stone

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