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Moving in circles,Then spiralling around A smile on my face,The magic is with you Like a spell,That has been cast My thoughts feel like waves,AS my eyes follow you Pure white,I think,Whats on your mind Is everyday to you,So thoughtful and kind Are you always at peace Do you ever take a rest You seem to be busy,I feel you are blessed Pure white spirals up,On the warmth of the breeze He lands on a leaf,At the top of a beach tree The leaf sways,A little to the right then to the left
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The Knees of a Wallaby
Rocks have a reason, rain has one too. Ants control the largest armies, roots know what to do. The shell of a snail, becomes food for the trees. Even the knees of a wallaby have a reason, you see. A savannah full of cats, all on the prowl. The cold blue of June, when wolves come out to howl. Everything has a reason. But you? You come from the stars. You have a purpose.
In All Our Relations
to you Sky I raise my spirit you encircle us all you are unbroken we all breathe the same air this reminds us that we are all connected to you Earth I am your clay from you I was you and to you we all return this reminds us that we are all connected to you Water I give my respect within our Mothers’ bellies we grew surrounded by you throughout our life you sustain us this reminds us we are all connected let us share wisdom together
The invisible line
You drew a line between us A line which was unclouded Somehow I found myself Standing in the middle. Don't worry I'll stay where you want me to, Some lines are meant to be respected. I'll watch the distance grow, Where closeness use to live. Maybe one day, The line will fade on it's own. But the feelings Will still remains.
Regrets Part 1
Do I have regrets? Yes, I do. For not choosing my baby’s father wisely. My regrets are as endless as the stars that shine above Choices with consequences, Lost time, time that quietly fades away. Fleeting memories filled with the ache of lost love and moments I can never reclaim. Do I have regrets? Yes, I do. For choosing lovers who loved themselves more than they loved me. Do I have regrets? Yes, I do.
Wading Into the Dragon's Mouth
fly high you swans banish the curse of Eve forever from our sight Aisling dreams on Samhain eve Luna dances with Aengus reaching for Caer Ibormeith calling to her from the lake under the yew tree together we'll curse the Augustine with the promise of Spring seeds we hold; we'll sow from hands fastened with links of silver and gold singing a new song as it should be banishing the curse of Eve
The Fire of Freewill
Choices are made a fire is burning. Experiences made this lifetime, still churning. All of us figuring out what is right, what is wrong; stay by the light, throw down a log. If mustn't you stay, forever be there warmth. Of the fire, of the choices. The ones you made.
Smoke Prayers
I drank enough for the mirror to start telling the truth. There was a man behind the bar. He had my eyes, my debts, and the rotten manners of a man who refuses to stop breathing. I ordered another whisky. Not to forget. Forgetting is a luxury the dead seem to possess rather well. I smoked until my fingers smelt
Where the Moon Remembers
I left my dreams beneath the tree, where silver shadows crossed the ground, and whispered all the things to me that no one else had ever found. The moon was hanging low that night, a quiet lantern in the blue, and every star became a light that somehow led me back to you. I walked along the empty road, with yesterday beneath my feet, carrying every hidden word I was too afraid to speak. Then morning slowly touched the sky, and painted gold across the gray. I watched the darkness fade and die, but somehow wished that it could stay.
My Wife
My Wife My wife is the one and Only Without her I feel lonely She is my support, she is my kind Her love has made me blind Whenever I need her, she is there This shows how much she cares She overlooks my shortcomings Often forgets, often forgiving Her cooking is wonderfully good I can't prefer another food Curious, intelligent and beautiful She lives clean and ever dutiful Cherishes honesty and likes dignity Very appealing but hates vanity My wife is the one and only Without her I feel lonely