The World Serpent

Sunk within the sea of mist
The world serpent slides
Ebon emerald coils arise
And 'neath the fog subside

Headless loop of all that is
Was once and yet will be
Everything connected
Beneath the now we see

Gray and green and golden scales
Are all who think and feel
We dance the perfect pattern
The serpent's dream made real

A time and place for everything
Each feeling, every deed
To rise above the sea of time
And one day to recede

All things fall and rise renewed
And ever shall abide
For 'neath the mist eternal
The world serpent slides

--Tonin, January 14 2015