Post by TribalSpirit on May 24, 2004 16:31:41 GMT -5
She’s Listening
There I was lying, asleep in my bed,
Sweet slumber of dreaming, silver-clouds inside my head,
She whispered to me, calling from near yet afar,
Her Moon-crescent brow, her eyes made of stars,
Her silk gown of moonlight, her touch of cool warmth,
She whispered and called, beckoning me forth,
She’d heard my prayers, and leading me by the hand,
Glided over deep blue oceans, sleeping in her sands,
Danced with the rain, cuddled with the rainbow,
Showing me the inner wisdom, Nature’s sure to know,
Walked among the water lilies, flew with the Eastern breeze,
Sang with the chanting of fire, lay amongst the white-rose trees,
She held me through the night; she walked with me through the day,
She led me to the mountaintop, and she began to fade away,
A final kiss upon my brow, and said all I ever need do is pray.
There I was lying, asleep in my bed,
Sweet slumber of dreaming, silver-clouds inside my head,
She whispered to me, calling from near yet afar,
Her Moon-crescent brow, her eyes made of stars,
Her silk gown of moonlight, her touch of cool warmth,
She whispered and called, beckoning me forth,
She’d heard my prayers, and leading me by the hand,
Glided over deep blue oceans, sleeping in her sands,
Danced with the rain, cuddled with the rainbow,
Showing me the inner wisdom, Nature’s sure to know,
Walked among the water lilies, flew with the Eastern breeze,
Sang with the chanting of fire, lay amongst the white-rose trees,
She held me through the night; she walked with me through the day,
She led me to the mountaintop, and she began to fade away,
A final kiss upon my brow, and said all I ever need do is pray.
)
you couldn't find the Beltane poem of mine, huh? lol that's WAY hidden i bet.......