The best songs
are old and new
chanted and entwined
as those who weave
their thread with bones
and so preserve
a texture that conveys
an ancient theme,
an ancient form,
a song of praise
caught in the gleam
of a shaft of sunlight
dappling a woodland glade
with all the age of a forest,
all the vigour of sapling trees.
So, by my awen, would I make
such songs as these.