greenwood marriage

Bluebells tripping at my heels
As I venture, ever further,
Out of, and into, time –
And with each step comes certainty
That this place is mine,
That the forest speaks my name.

I make no claim on any home –
I was not born among these trees,
Nor will it be my resting-place –
But, for these few and fleeting moments,
This is where I have always been,
Here is where I shall remain.

This place will never turn from me,
I shall never stand unwelcomed, here –
Nor is there obligation,
Or any expectation –
Simply the realisation
That here, is where I am.

SJL: 1st May, 2004