The Silver Forest

In the tender heart
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --

    Its creatures all love me.

She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear,  the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.

Paternal is not the air
            here but gone
         in fear of serpent's lair.

I am what lies and rules beneath
       and devours fear in moving
              rippling it away

I hide within her silver hair;
        
           the unafraid are already here.

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