Imbolc

The season of plenty is over and done. We've welcomed the new year and welcomed the Sun. The larder is leaner, the woodpile is low, But somewhere, spring waters are starting to flow. The world in her slumber is starting to dream Of green fields and pastures, of honey and cream. While we begin counting each branch and each bowl, The Gods are thus counting the marks on each soul. A time then of reckoning, counting and worth, Of deeming true value and culling our girth, Of finding what matters, what lies deep within, And checking our balance in spirit and skin. When each mouthful matters, when each blessing sings, How can we then stew upon these lesser things? The ice is still thick and the snow's just as deep, But we've got things to do while the world's still asleep. This season is owned not by Winter nor Spring But these quiet moments have been measuring In inches and hours, in pounds and in pecks Our world and ourselves in their many respects. We find something worthy, we guard it with care. We wonder at all that is simply "just there." We buy and collect, we save and we store, At times such as these, then we ask, "What's it for?" In Winter's deep cavern, the promise not born, We stand at a threshhold, so eager yet worn. A time for reflection, and casting aside, A time to be empty and quiet inside. The season of plenty is over and done. We've welcomed the new year and welcomed the Sun. The larder is leaner, the woodpile is low, But somewhere, spring breezes are starting to blow. � LSG 1-27-01 11:56 PM

Wings

For my Son (There is an ant that only has wings while it is mating. The male dies, and the queen sheds her wings which feed her children). In the morning, you are there, Constant as the sun. In the evening, tussled hair, My sleepy little one. As I step around your toys And all the objects of little boys, I bless my back as bare as sand For you, my precious little man. For you I shed my wings, For you my life is grounded. My freedom overcome By my love for you unbounded. You'll fly away from me When your own time has come And I will love your wings, As you will love your wings, When your time is come. For once I had my own wings And flew so high without falling, In glorious delight. Then I heard your soul to me calling And I fell without a noise To the world of little boys, I missed the wings that gave their space Until I looked upon your face. And for you I shed my wings, And have never once regretted The gift of sacrifice, And it�s I who is indebted. You'll fly away from me When your own wings come through, And I will love your wings, As you will love your wings, When your time is due. And now I tuck you in to bed And kiss your face in parting. You turn, already off to sleep -- I can see the wing-buds starting. As I step around your toys And all the objects of little boys, I bless my back as bare as sand For you, my precious little man. For you I shed my wings, For you my life is grounded. My freedom overcome By my love for you unbounded. You'll fly away from me When your own time has come And I will love your wings, As you will love your wings, When your time is come. And then you will shed your wings, For your child your life will be grounded. Your freedom overcome By your love for someone unbounded. They'll fly away from you When their own time has come And you will love your wings, As they will love their wings, When their time is come. � LSG 2-25-01 8:43PM

It Will Be

In the dark times of my life when I feel all has abandoned me, When my strength is overcome and my worries overpower me, Then I find a space in a sacred place Where the One who watches over me comes to take me in His arms. And I cry like a child, and I rail against the powers That hold me away from where I want to be. And I sigh for the fear that I will never get there, But I see in His eyes, which are my eyes, that it will be. In the hard times of my life when I�ve failed myself for the final time, And my back is stiff and bent from the stones of problems that are not mine, Try to hide the pain, but I can�t remain, For the One who watches over me comes to take me in Her arms. And I cry like a child as I straighten up my shoulders, For the burdens that I bear are the ones I chose to keep. And She shows me the way, how to tread my pathway lightly, And I see in Her eyes, which are my eyes, that it will be. In the quiet times of my life when my soul is reaching out to share, And I see you overcome with the stones of burdens you chose to bear, Then I find a space in a sacred place Where the waters of the rivers flow, and I�m holding out my arms. And I sing like the stars, for I know I hold the power To heal myself of sorrow and to find the Gods in me. And I open to you so that you will find the blessing, And I see in your eyes, which are my eyes, that it will be. And we sing like the stars for we know we hold the power To rid ourselves of sorrow and to find the Gods indeed. And we open to the world so that they will find the blessing, And we see in their eyes, which are our eyes, that it will be. And we see in their eyes, which are our eyes, that it will be. � LSG 11:25PM, 8-11-99

Albion�s Lullabye

For my Son (to the tune of �Be Thou my Vision�) Sleep now my darling, my beautiful child, Know that the Goddess upon you has smiled. Know that I love you so deep in my soul; Gods keep you happy and Gods keep you whole. Close up your eyes, let your mind be at ease, Stars dance their spirals and winds kiss the trees. All of the Earth�s creatures have lain down their heads, The lap of the Lady their comforting bed. Sleep now my dear one, for nighttime has come. Shadows are falling and low rides the Sun. Sleep while the Goddess is watching above, Safe in your dreaming and safe in Her love. � LSG 8:54, 8-3-99

Faerie Flight Dreaming

I�ve caused wonderous music to spring forth from a deaf man, And I�ve pulled royal paintings from the hands of the blind. By extolling the virtues of a once-famous martyr I have left true religion for my people to find. And I�ve slept in the barrows of kings I have laid �mongst their jewels and their weapons and rings. I have soared with the eagles on high And I�ve played with the Moon as she brightens the sky. I am faerie flight dreaming I�ve been everywhere I�ve been inside places that have never seen sunlight, And I have done things that you don�t recall dreaming of. I have caused wars over misgotten honour, I have whispered great poets their phrases of love. And I�ve danced through the gardens of war, I have sung to the dying til they heard me no more. And I�ve drunk of the waters of birth And from me flowed a fountain which then peopled the Earth I am faerie flight dreaming I am everywhere I have caused poverty, hunger and anguish, I have caused the diseased to be suddenly clean. I have hidden the light under faces of hatred, I have brought forth great beauty which will never be seen. I�ve brought the lost children back home to their mothers, I have lured away hunters to their death in the wood. I am what I am, I am faerie flight dreaming, And you cannot judge me for evil or good. � LSG 10:07PM 12-31-98

Homeless

If you're wond'ring why I'm wand'ring But you act like I'm not there, I'm not hopeless, I'm not helpless, I'm not drunk or unaware. I'm surviving best I can now, Making sure my child is fed. But how happy can my child be, Every night, a different bed? I can see you in your clothing Purchased from a fancy store -- You give quarters when it's Christmas, But the need is so much more. Does it hurt you just to see me Sad and cold, no hat or glove? Is it helping that makes you happy, Or is it money that you love? Was I always like I am now? Was I once someone like you? I had everything I could ask for, Then it disappeared from view. You won't know me till you see me, You are not so far removed -- If misfortune struck tomorrow, Then my place is filled by you. If you're wond'ring why I'm wand'ring, I've no place to sleep tonight. Yes, my child had a warm supper. No, I haven't had a bite. But there's someone who can help me, I won't need to beg or roam. I took refuge in the refuse -- I found hope, I found home. � LSG

Safe in Your Eyes

(For Scott Furrow) I don't know what happens when I look into your eyes. Something about you makes my heart go wild. There's times in my life when I'm feeling old, so old. But then you look at me, and I become a child. I awake from a midnight dream to find myself alone In the dark, so scared without a friend. Then against the blackness, I see your face. You smile at me, and I can sleep again. You look at me, and I feel like singing. The way I'm feeling, it comes as no surprise That even though my heart feels heavy again, I'm safe in your eyes. Even though the clouds above may try to cover me, You're the sun that brightens up the skies. There's a place where I can hide from all the world. I'm safe in your eyes. Safe in your eyes. � LSG 1986

The Water is Wide (Kinda)

The water was wine. (The water is wide Man am I hung o�er. I cannot cross o�er And neither have I And neither have I Wings to fly Wings to fly To find a place Give me a boat Where my head won�t ache, That can carry two So I shall just go And both shall row Crawl off and die. My love and I.) I leaned my back Up against a friend. I thought he was Straighter than me. But first he bent And then he broke And my insurance Won�t cover him. Oh beer is handsome, And ale is fine. And mead�s a jewel When first it�s new. But it grows old. Goddamn it�s cold. I think I�ll stick to Drinking Mountain Dew. (EVERYBODY! twice) The water was wine. Man am I hung o�er. And neither have I Wings to fly To find a place Where my head won�t ache, So I shall just go Crawl off and die. � LSG 1998

Jonquil

Pretty little Jonquil sitting by a streamlet Taking in her hands the water, cool and clear. Looking in the water she has a sudden dreamlet- Tall and dark and handsome- a lover somewhere near. Sweet little Jonquil, sitting on a flower, Smiling in the sunshine, waiting for her man. Watching little butterflies playing by the hour, Saying to each other, "Catch me if you can!" Poor little Jonquil sitting in the poppies, Waiting for her true love to finally come home. Poor little Jonquil, the pain will never stop- he's Gone away for good and left her all alone. Sad little Jonquil, softly, blindly weeping, Walking through the forest, wishing she could die. Tired little Jonquil, strength her sorrow reaping, Sinks down to her knees and lets out one last cry. Poor little Jonquil, heart all hurt and broken Lies among the leaves that fell from off the trees. All the loving words to her that were not spoken Now are sweetly whispered in the gentle breeze. � 1991 LSG

I Need

I need, I need Hey, Beauty, What's wrong with you Today? I just want To go away I just want I need I need You are too beautiful I need to look at you My Golden Boy Boy and man I need I need Take me home Your heart Oh let me fly Let me leave you All behind But make me stay Like that tear In the corner of Your sweet sad eye That you cry For someone else I need I need I'll kiss that tear away And I too shall disappear Smoke from your cigarette Like my memory I shall fade I need I need But I Spin away Away from you I can't Resist you The way you touch The way you love You don't love me I need I need Can you love me? (can) Can you see me here? (you) You draw me in (love) Love casts me out (me) Me alone Me again Close the door On my past I've shut myself in Again Give me something to do To take my mind off of you I go to the sea To drown myself within She will not take me Endless music God is laughing at me Do I turn away This time? I need I need (my broken heart) And there you are, My fallen star Rising. � 1991 LSG

Nothing in His Eyes

(written after having read a Chris Burden promotional poster) I stare at the man Stare as hard as I can But there's nothing In his eyes. I flash to the past The effect won't last It's going too fast So I hold myself And wait for the nightmare. Fire and nails So deeply he wails I cannot go near Bound by a rope Not without hope Shot from a gun You're tired, old son. Do you do it for fun Or for some Perverse desire? The glass and the fire. Don't look at me. There's nothing In your eyes. Cold dead eyes, Empty eyes. Look at your face. Don't touch me. Your hands know The sins Your eyes won't admit. You hide Behind that mask That cannot mask Your empty eyes. You stare at me Behind that mask That cannot mask Your empty eyes. Nothing In his eyes. � LSG 4-2-90 12:42am

Moon and Sea

(For M.K., for whom it started, but mostly for Ben, whom it became.) When the Moon has risen full He leaves his place on the mountain high. As in a dream, he then takes wing, Coming to me through the midnight sky. I wait for him on the Moonlit beach; The sweet sea wind blows through my hair. My dress flows like the sea itself, And the Moon makes my skin even more fair. I dance with the waves as I wait for him, My lover dark and sweet as night. I feel such love as I think of him, And without wings, my heart takes flight. He comes to me on the empty sand- We meet with passion burning deep, Embraced in something more than love, More soothing than the sweetest sleep. I cry with him as the morning comes, The Moon has long since left us here. He does not speak but witnesses The power of a single tear. He holds me close as time sweeps by, But lets me go so suddenly. With out a sound, he fades away, And I walk slowly toward the sea. 7-31-89 3:57pm � 1991 LSG

Pristine Hunter

I am in love with the Pristine Hunter (In my heart, in my soul) I am in love with the Pristine Hunter (In my heart, my soul). Gracefully he wakens in the morning (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) Carefully his weapons adorning (Oh my heart, my soul). Then steps he into the forest clearing (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) To unwary prey he is a-nearing (Oh my heart, my soul). Silently his bow and arrow drawing (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) Heedless of the crowbird that is cawing (Oh my heart, my soul). I see him not as I step into the clearing (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) Mindless. He is quite beyond my hearing (Oh my heart, my soul). Touch me now with passion unattending (Take my heart, take my soul) Flesh and bone that arrow now is rending (Take my heart, my soul). I, bewildered, look where he is standing (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) In my eyes, reproach and reprimanding (Oh my heart, my soul). So walks he to where I am a-laying (Oh my heart, oh my soul) Not one word, yet then he kneels for praying (Oh my heart, my soul). What could he be praying for, I wonder (Take my heart, take my soul) When he slew my heart with silent thunder? (Take my heart, my soul). I am in love with the Pristine Hunter (Oh my heart, Oh my soul) I am in...... why? my Pristine Hunter? (Oh my heart, my soul). � 1991 LSG

Thunder

The sound of the jetplane, Too much like thunder, Halts my every motion, Making me weak. Like a shock-roll After an explosion The growling, burning roar Of jet thunder. Jabbering voices Speaking in rhythms, Beating out the silence In time with my heart. My hands tapping nervously Like strangers in a strange room, Not speaking, Looking at anything but each other. My joyous expectation of sunrise Is halted by the clouds of storm, Grey as dusk. Time has reversed itself, And it is twilight again. Here is the rain. And the thunder. � LSG 5:37pm, 1-31-91

I am Not your Queen

I am not your Queen! Though the Devil inside you claims that I am. Disturb me no more with your thoughtless agonies. Against me you rail your pitiful complaints And I shall turn a deaf ear to them Until you have learned that there is no more. I am not your Queen! Let it be then. Let it rest. I cannot bear the pain of your screaming. I cannot understand your words. I shall not hang myself with love. There is nothing you can do for me. Begone, foul spirits which invade my soul. Scream your insolence elsewhere. I shall not listen. There is something calling me. I am NOT your Queen! I do not know where you got such a notion. You are foolish and desperate men. You have created your own dungeons And reside there quite happily. I am lost. Oh God in Heaven, will you understand I am not your queen? And now I am sad. Why do you not believe what I have said? You are trying to trap me within a snare Of words and emotions, But I shall not fall, For the words are false, and the emotions Are not mine. Do you wish me to take up arms Against you? What is it that you want? You cannot be so weak As to create a vision into which I fit. I have made you stronger than that. (I am not your Queen). � 1991 LSG

Autumn Moon

the Moon outside my frost-touched panes casts silver-blue shadows on the sleeping night. this Autumn darkness, not quite finished with Summer sweetness, not yet burdened with November gravity, hangs in glorious silence. oak leaves etched perfectly with frost, every blade of grass stiff and shining, my breath before me in plumes like cartoon word balloons - giggling, I half expect to see my thoughts written there. the glorious reds and golds of Autumn-time dimmed in the wash of lunar light, colours faded as an early warning of deep Winter�s gray. the heart yearns for sleep, the mind anticipates warm rest, the spirit so ready for quiet and reflection. oh Autumn Moon, how you speak to us in ancient tongue, more understood by heart than head - whispering of animal ways, primal urgings within souls of modern culture which have been burned and bitten by the viper of unchecked progress. but this night, blooming in lambent silver flame, is a gilded garden of peace, and I welcome it with all my being.

� Lorelei Greenwood 10/24/02, 1:32PM

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