HYMN TO A WILD GOD

wake me up
you wild old king
that we might meld
and slip these chains
and take to claw
or fin or wing

blend wild night
with chastened soul
and stifled heart
and set them bold
for time is fleet
and i am gray
and it's wild wine
i crave today

my minutes sold
for silver laid
on comfort's hearth,
a foolish trade --
for i ignored
your moonlit calls
and hid my heart
behind these walls

but your wild heart
in marrow thrives
and by moonlight
is caused to rive
so set this lush night
to unfold
before death takes
my flesh to cold