Innocence (Hedges & Fireflies)

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows. Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. Quite canopied over with luscious woodbine. With sweet muskroses and with eglantine. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night. Lulled in these flowers with dances and delights.” – Shakespeare

“But I know a place where we can go and wash away these sins.”- Henley & Hornsby

Titania watches him with interest before the dawn breaks, a round of leaves within her mussed hair. She thinks to let him go might be a good thing, but she cannot. He has come to her on a mid-summers night, at the end of his innocence and he is alone.

Oh his childhood, cries his childhood, stolen by the name of ruin. Hips withdrawing, pants still falling, injustice by these fates not bloomed. Oh his childhood, cries his childhood, finite too soon. Find the hedges for your hiding for the nighttime is coming soon.

He hid among the hedges, in a tunnel of which rabbits made, a long leaf filled burrow between the house and the gravel roadway. In his mind, he pictured safety, a sanctuary of play, and though he hid his body, his soul was on display. The world of summer was risen, with the night falling in, and somewhere there were angels. Watching in interest over his boyhood den. He looked through tiny windows at the darkness. A world so warm in gloom. He interlaced his fingers, and felt himself traveling further outside his self-induced cocoon. So, it was there in the twilight, far from his desert moon. He thought of all that had happened, an indiscretion born so soon.

For he hid among the hedges, in a tunnel made of thought, watching fireflies dance outside, for in truth they are more than spark. Near the point of total nighttime, when monsters bare their teeth. Silent shadows, silent wisdom, all is hidden beyond display. Not a sound in all creation, like the very first day. He lays himself still burdened lost in thoughts of the afternoon. Oh his childhood, cries his childhood, stolen by the name of ruin. Hips withdrawing, pants still falling, injustice by these fates not bloomed. Oh his childhood, cries his childhood, finite too soon. Find the hedges for your hiding for the nighttime is coming soon.

He hid among the hedges in a place of hideaway, watching fireflies go to heaven for a purpose in which they stayed. In the glooming, in the hedges, came the silence of the break. Just a moment there is reason, nothing happens by fair mistake. He wraps his arms in loneliness and watches his soul begin to fade. For the want of its own amusement, it hides away. Softly crying to the nighttime such a movement of a score. Led by mercy, thoughts emotions and the life we are purposed for. In the hedges, in the hedges, a place of no mistakes. In the hedges under fireflies, asleep as the dawn breaks. – 08.01.2019 – דָנִיֵּאל

82 thoughts on “Innocence (Hedges & Fireflies)

  1. So, the Queen of the Fairies has driven him to the hedges.
    I’m sure in nighttime he will emerge from the hedges, looking for Titania all the same.
    Innocence being over is finite.

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  2. Daniel this is one of your writings that for me is so personal, it is difficult to just leave a compliment as to it’s wonderful style. The words have a special life of their own, that describe feelings that invoke both discomfort and comfort to me. I will be thinking about it throughout the day, and might comment again later.

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  3. Daniel your words I am still processing just as the child within the hedge was processing. Perhaps the answer at the end of the process is peace, I hope so, perhaps it is resolve, I hope so. Perhaps it is grief, I hope not. Amazing prose.

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  4. There has been a temptation to regret unintentionally misleading words (gone now not because of this), but then again, how else would you tap unfathomable depths of karmic cleansing and fulfill such a divine mission…
    From the metaphorical to the literal and back again, into the uncontainable compassion that your beloved soul shares with us.
    Thank you Daniel. Your nourishing ones keep working with Titania’s. God bless you and yours always my brother. More through my heart this coming Saturday, on forty-ninth for this temple, and two days later for twenty-fifth there; gentle strength to her and deep harmony between you always. And amongst us all. 🌞🙏

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