Gelderland

Oh Gelderland,
in night I wait for you,
long before the tugging slay
of slate-smudged days.
Are you real or just a dream?
Oh Gelderland,
lying down with evening’s hearth
watching flame and twisting sprites,
hearing coals cracked wide
against my spite.
Tell me again
the things I wish I knew -
before my open eyes forget,
before my loping heart regrets
Oh Gelderland.
Let old winds blow,
like soul of souls on ribbon air
from you oh Gelderland -
come soon your mystery,
come soon.

4 Responses to “Gelderland”

  1. gary Says:

    in celebratory anticipations of the return to the setting of one’s dreams perhaps?

    striking! thank you, Stone

  2. gary Says:

    :)

  3. meh Says:

    Very soothing poem. I keep coming back to it.

  4. meh Says:

    “hearing coals cracked wide
    against our spite.”

    Great line. Er, lines.

    Love the ending too.
    Outstanding!