Convergence (6)

In your anger strange

In the good folk’s

Pain lies

The way back to

The modern world

In our own eyes

A dull wall

A face or a devil shifts

Into place

Good folk shapes

In a riddle true or false

Remains

The good folk talk the

Pathway back

To modern Earth

I knew the torment of

Anger and love

On your face

Creates a wall

To your heart, dear

With the heartbeat

Rhythms

The good folk’s drum

The worlds invisible

Visible to us

Thru uncomfortable regions

A message from Oberon

I give you muse

Thru your anger, yester

Love converged