a PreLude
ooh! How truly jeweled She be!
Our Forests' magic speaks through thee;
I breathe in every gem She's shown thee,
every glimpse you've shared with me
Dear Soul of Time so long ago,
or might it be the 'morrow? Always
wandering, I wonder
lost in Dreams inside these Forests;
Love; thy beacon Lights my way
dearest Brave, you save Creation,
kissed by our Great Mother's
wide olde eyes,
whilst high upon thy Ebony stallion
on you lead; my fears fall away
these Stories, sweet, of other Times
breathe new Life 'pon a forest's floor,
where Dreams caress each other,
turn doomed lovers into newborne trees?
meandering spirits plights are here aLight,
All ways,
a Light ....
Dear Dream, prithee stay with me
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Hello, dearest angel found
in misty Midnight Forest plays,
where faeries form floral garlands,
suspend them up, above this Earth,
beneath the wandering Clouds,
wee girls! see them, seeking Sir:
tiny fingers, firm in mothers' hands,
clasped; their elders, ancients,
cycling past each other,
awash, gleeful!
catching dewdrops barely born;
white roses, crimson poppies,
bluebells, moonflowers on parade;
no charade, no Earthly Lives
have lived these ladies, trailing
wispy smoke,
their gossamer nightgowns
shrouding moonlit riders' eyes
from those who'd steal their Dreams away,
each goddess, ancient, barely babe,
chosen for this Vigil, sacred,
to celebrate our secrets Borne,
enchanted trav'lers
beckoned in to breathe free - form
to mystify
each other's eyes,
tho they may be from other Times,
conjoined in Eternity's mirrored Minds ....
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Look! Goddess of those Northern Lights!
She leads them 'round!
Gaze deeply, Sir; She sees thee now
and then and here, as over there,
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two Souls to hear old Stories spake
by Skadi; her spectacular Show,
her blessings:
throwing Poets glowing Lights
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