The hibernating Mage wanders underground now
Lost in the labyrinthine caverns of winter's grief
Each chamber like a dream recorded:
The sighing room of leather wombs,
The shimmer chambers shaped like dancing skirts
The shuttered basements where the moths flutter for the memory of the moon
And the cave of alchemy
Where he painted the sun upon the wall to remember warmth
In that place he gathered the spring blossoms come to soon
Vibrant blush upon the branches that danced
Capturing all that delicate snow
Until the bower beams shattered
Hung now like slaughtered doves
Dripping wet magic
Upon the Seeing Orbs
One for darkness and one for light
Frozen orbits of the infinite
Her silver chalice ever overflowing
Moistening the very marrow of the universe
Here he will await the true spring
Carving ancient wands from the branches
willing the shattered stones to meet with a kiss
In this secret healing place