Yggdrasil

Teeter,

On the brink of wondrous words

That descend from dark skies.

And wonder,

Where trees bear stars as fruit,

Under green canopies that heavens touch.

Dream,

Of mirrored waters,

As infinite as the logos.

Yearn,

To drink the mead of scalds,

Before human drama unfolds.

Push,

Me away with lashes of rain,

And the sting of poisonous leaves.

Hear

The beating chest, the snapping branch,

The unlearned lessons of the past.

Drag,

Me across treacherous seas,

awash with fever.

And Teeter,

Teeter wondrous words,

And let me be.