Heading home on the river
following the subtle palmistry,
Scrying the clouds for future storms,
divining the wind in the sinking leaves.
Read the rune-stone markers,
then cast them into the waters.

A midnight passenger on the sliver-sky
the mirror-vein,
sailing through the night
by the Yggdrasil charts
and the lighthouse-moon
the crystal moon.

And the stars
o the stars
will guide me home.

© christine DINGLEY 2012