Walk With Me

I wish to sit with somebody or go for a walk    
Who as much as in words, in silences speaks    
The drift and the knowing of clouds    
The wind through the trees    
And rustle of leaves    
The song of birds    
The flight of the hawk    
Ripples on water    
   
Be with someone just balancing stones    
   
Who knows fires at night    
And sparks' upward flight    
To heavenward skies    
The varied constellations and moon in its phases    
The conjunction marking their birth    
Celestial alignments    
Our second sun    
Who takes time to feel as day merges to night    
Hecate's wheel    
Who has second sight    
   
To journey with me the road less travelled    
   
For a long time I have sought    
To become one un-taught    
What is knowledge    
No ledge (and what does that mean)    
   
Reading as reeding - don't fear the wand    
Wand/dawn    
Don't fear the light    
   
Writing as riting - rituals live on    
Rites/tiers    
For levels and layers    
   
And what of arithmetic, "the counting art"    
Arithmancy    
Gemetria and numerology a start    
   
Someone who knows divination by word within verse    
   
I could go far with one who knows trees and their meaning    
The planting and nurture of living things growing    
The telling of waters    
All things remembered    
What is a mystery    
   
I wish to sit with somebody or perhaps we'll just walk