Electrifying Fence

from where, reverberating into silent expression
sounding like shadows in a dream
resting between the living, nesting notes like honeyed dew
then, there at the foot by the bed, the horned figure stood
unspeaking, yet being
dark and quiet, reaching with a wordless message
toward where I am, without declaration that within without
gathering forth like a shooting star, a pulsing amber brilliance rooted
with peace upon the palm, at the corner of vision, my hand
supporting this fluid fire, a mighty streaming scepter
flowing and returning, rising shells of light stretched out flashing
the matter dark as legions contending for the night
even in sleep, connection weaving through it
where I am, wellbeing in it