He dances with fire
under the full moon,
Weaving and spinning –
the magic begins.
You are welcomed into
the circle and fall under his spell.
His dark eyes are but a
veil
for a thousand secrets
and endless mysteries under this starlit sky.
Dance with me, time
does not exist in this realm.
Only you, and me.
Bewitching, but now bewitched,
A sweet alchemy of
Spirit and Love.
Twin souls, angels of
light and darkness,
Brought together once
again
In the eternal dance of
destiny and love.
My
journey started here, metaphorically. With the one who brought me back from the
depths of darkness into the light. That precious light which I treasure now as
my greatest gift. A great teacher, a great Healer. He is honoured, and with
gratitude. I give thanks, and send love…
Fight
Fear.
Find
Peace.
Remember,
Spirit, follow
your Heart.
Know
you are Loved.
Your poetry lends itself to dreams of mystery and starlight. I envy (and admire) people who can evoke such magical imagery with so few words. My favourite line?
ReplyDelete"Dance with me, time does not exist in this realm. Only you, and me."
The closet romantic in me just rolls around on that sentiment. *sigh*
Thank you so much. It flowed through me from that wonderful conduit "out there" that most creative people know about but can't quite explain. I look at it and can't believe it was me who penned it. It's such a wonderful feeling when that happens!
ReplyDeleteGah! Another gorgeous writer to kick me into being better at what I do and say. Isn't it a great feeling though!? When you look at something and marvel, 'I wrote that!?'
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you're here!