Deep night

© Frodo Okulam 2005

Orion has risen over world's rim.

The quiet dark runs with the stream's steady roar.

I am on the knees of Klickitat,

going soon 1,000 feet up the mountain.

Cecilia's vest warms my torso,

Jamie's handwarmers my hands,

Pat's footwarmer my feet.

My thoughts are all of tender love and

far trails and bright stars over dark trees.

Deep healing comes,

better than sleep the paths of elven dreams.

Time to let the quiet set in,

the only chatter the murmur of the stream.

Elbereth, lean close

and raise the banked fires of your spark-kindler.

Mother Marie Rose, cast your spirit fire.

--Frodo Okulam
Oct. 7, 2005