GypsyWytch's Poetry

You have been my friend, my brother, my teacher, my lover.
I have touched your heart and you have made me blind.
I have taken your life and you have given me
mine.
I have seen you in the light as I walked in the
shadows.
Your darkness has covered me and I have given birth to your dreams.
I am of the Earth and you  are of the wind, I have cradled you and you have set me free.
Here I stand again... scared, reaching, afraid of trusting and there you are.
As always.

Beneath the Oak on sacred ground the Daughter of Danu sleeps.
Warrior, with the wind at your back, you touch, but not to awaken.
Secrets laid aside, caught momentarily in both
worlds .
The truth cannot be denied, there are no secrets when souls have touched.
In twilight I have soared with the Great White Bird and we became one.
Spirits on fire, consumed with ancient memories and what is yet to be.
Warrior, my hands shake,
I am breathless, as sleep surrenders to light, I awaken.
Is this what you could not tell me?  Did you think I would not know your
touch...

Tis truth that awaits you on ethereal wings that span the ages past.
The silent cries of a dying race that seeks to make it last.
The hand of one who stands alone that breaks when the circle's cast.
Tis we that walk that sacred path in ancient ways our hearts held fast.

Me Crazy - I Think Not!
Oh here we go again
the scraping of bones, the hollow eyes, I really ought not.
To late, words tumbling inside my head and out blowing through, gushing, whirling, fumbling all
about.
Too much noise, got to quiet the chatter.  Ancient echoes, strange laughter, touching the foaming sea boiling at the edges, what does it matter.
Bits and pieces, scattered shells like falling tears -  messy pages redefined, scruntinized but left alone like words falling on a dead mans ears.
Me crazy - it's like a fever this sadness, but thats what it takes to forget the ancient ways or discover the madness.
ancient echoes, strange laughter

I've glimpsed other worlds in icy shells, through lace and silver bangles.
A Satyrs laugh, a silent scream bejeweled with frozen reason.
Touch not the knowledge of the past for in reality the spell is broken.
Perfection that blew in on winds from hell did kiss my youthful lips.
Love lost in faltering lies, tis truth that speaks and the future that awaits you.

My Warrior, come lay with me and still the fluttering of my heart.
I need to feel your arms around me, the warmth of your breath, the touch of your lips.
Hold me till the tears no longer come, let us linger here till our fears are swept away.
Let me gaze into your eyes and know forever just a moment longer.  Let the fire that burns be quenched by your sweet love.

Woven dreams in mystic streams of ages long
ago.
Crystal castles stand alone like a waning moon of
gold.
On Raven's wings and silver string, messages that
flow.
Sailing ships of ages past to tell the tales of old.

Shadows, darkness, chaos,
images flickering.
Doors opening and closing, memories flashing.
Thoughts fleeting, grasping at the edges of my
mind.
Endless corridors with doors opening into nothing, so dark, so empty, so
alone.
A child in the corner, a mirror, no - a reflection of me.  Leave her be, she's better off that way.