A heart dripping with drops of love
Fills my soul like a jar of dew.
So full and bright, A jewel of the Goddess.
Night
It's a raven sweeping
And gliding across the sky
His Eye is the Moon
the glitter of His feathers,
the stars.
It's a panther stalking
and prowling over the earth.
It's breath is a rolling fog,
It's tears are a misty rain.
It's my cloak gently draping
my shoulders; kissing my
feet. It conforts my soul
and soothes my sleep.
It's called the Night.
Cerulean Skies
My name is carried on wyvern's wings.
Higher and higher it soars.
My words float up to her,
"Cerulean Skies," she says.
She bends down
to pluck my name,
and blows it out of her palm.
It drops down ito my heart,
"Cerulean Skies," she says.
I ask her "What of my name?"
And then I knew,
It was in my heart, my soul.
"Cerulean Skies!" she says.
Calling
I hear it in the trees.
I hear it in the footsteps of the Earth.
It is a call; a beckoning.
I see it as colors.
I see it in everything.
It is a call; a beckoning.
I feel it in my body.
I feel it in my soul.
It is a call; a beckoning.
It is a song of old,
a calling of new.
Like drums and whistles,
the music fills me.
It is the Lord and Lady.
The Wheel of Life allows
my eternal spin with Them and Their children.
Blessed be.
Prayer