Sunday, 22 January 2017



The eternal night, quiet, unblinking,
faces the moonwind –
and there, suddenly,
lies a cacophony of sound,
of leaves and trees creaking
as essences of the ether
Whirl through the wooded glade,
the spirits of dreams, 
of old mystics and ancient words,
timeless, come to greet the present moment, 
whipped up in a frenzy of spiralling dandelion seeds,
to dance and murmur their existence,
before lying back to the calm earth.

An owl hoots, and a flutter
of wings echoes in the awakening dark,
just before a stream of
skittering moonlight floods the trees, 
silhouettes and shadows
emerging from the deep.
Transfixed by the sight of circular clarity,
the craters of the face scatter all thoughts
to one, bold singularity:

This is the moment, 
this is the event,
this is where breath takes form and 
urges onward, to change,
to manifest new horizons, 
to connect in wonderment, 
to banish all fears;
a pure, untarnished love of being.

© Craig Gilbert 2016

Introducing Craig Gilbert

I write poetry and fantasy novels, having always had an interest in otherworldly stories.  I have been writing for as long as I can remember.  I love the outdoors so many of my poems and work relate to nature and landscape.  I'm currently working on two fantasy trilogies, with other ideas in the pipeline too.