The Lady of the Woods


I know a great lady who lives in the woods
where she sculpts the lives
Of a beautiful young man and a beautiful older one
One to serve and the other to love

There is a certain care in how she puts her thoughts
She places them in order with a rare economy
Help is a word that resonates beyond chiding or praise
Humour is the precious gift shared by some subtle minds

She stands for the good thing in the world
for she has seen how evenly it turns
She has her favourite moods and places
Things made of shades and gleams of crimson

It's a long way to come to be saved
To be led to believe in the great intangibles
If I were to lose my way in the dark I would call the lady
Her smile alone would light a million candles

Niccone, 20 6 2005