Enchantment
Come walk with me in soft enchantment.
See the Moon in changeling guise
Silver now to blood red turning.
Cloaked, she waits ‘neath darkening skies.
Come dance with me in dark enchantment.
In wild abandon hear the Song.
Lust, desire and dreams are stirring.
Steadfast now we move as one.
Come sing with me of wild enchantment
‘Neath moonless sky within the green.
Call Her now before the firelight
Magic holds you, soft, unseen.
Come sit with me in sweet enchantment
‘Til we hear Her call us home.
Cursed yet blessed, we live forever.
Starve the fire, then journey home.
Cosmic Drama
I watch the sunset paint the clouds
With blue and red and purple light.
Sun meets and greets the evening star,
With reverence bows and takes to flight.
Owl swoops out on silent wing.
Through field spun barley spies her prey.
None can escape her lethal course.
She’ll not lament the dead today.
Moon rises slowly, harvest born.
In silent concord with the stars
The wheel is spun, creation’s dawn.
Time holds fast to count the hours.
The miller’s son recites the tale,
Calls the tune and sets the tone.
He strikes the chords with veiled intent.
The sweet refrain is now his own.
He serenades the golden strands
Of legends flowing fast and clear.
In barren landscape all is lost
To earthbound spirits others fear.
Serpents kiss the spirits rising
Born of silence, held in trance.
The strains of darkness subtly play.
Enchanted they embrace the dance.
Now a maiden robed in starlight
Takes the spirits' frenzy higher.
She casts a thread with silver streams.
Her song is laced with sweet desire.
She weaves the yarn of ancient lore.
Unbidden tears fall cold as night
For those who linger, bound by time.
In wisdom’s garden, sworn to fight.
The miller’s son looks up and smiles.
The cosmic drama plays till dawn.
When gold and silver merge as one
He ends the tune with hope reborn.
A haunting medley heard by few,
The rhythm fades, soon lost to light.
He hails the sun and morning star
With reverence bows and takes to flight.
Twilight claims the sun god’s waning breath.
Through weary mist he walks the path to death.
Darkness reigns
Within the green owl serenades the night.
Moon travels soft shoe, shrouded ghostly light.
All is calm
A single drumbeat echoes through the trees
As warrior spirits call him on the breeze.
Infant cries.
The child promise born at Yule will rise
To greet the dawn and paint the wakening skies.
Hope renewed.
The wheel has turned, the sun god is reborn.
In golden splendour on this Solstice morn.
A hundred wars
Lost in stalemate with no resolution.
A hundred lies
Shroud the truth and honour persecution.
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Her warrior’s soul has heard
So many torments
Suffered on the weak, with hope extracted.
So many children
Cry in hunger while the world’s distracted,
Her warrior soul has fought
A thousand foes
Who fail to honour truth or pay the price.
A thousand causes
Raised to stem the flow of sacrifice
Her warrior’s soul has walked
Too many miles
She seeks the shadowed mist to pass the helm.
Too many lives
The spirits call her to the blessed realm.
Her warrior’s soul will hold
A single star
To guide her to the path that calls her fate.
A single wish
To see this world reborn and free of hate.
A Ghost of a Whisper
A ghost of a whisper.
Caught on past reflections.
