HerSpirit

I didn't mention it on my bio page, but I am a HUGE fan of the Beatles, especially Paul McCartney. This following poem, while not particularly Pagan, is still beautiful and haunting. You can find it in his book Blackbird Singing.

Her spirit moves wind chimes
   When air is still
         And fills the rooms
              With fragrance of lily

Her eyes blue green
     Still seen
          Perfectly happy
               With nothing

Her spirit sets
     The water pipes a humming
          Fat lektronic force be with ya sound

Her spirit talks to me
     Through animals
          Beautiful creature
               Lay with me

Bird that calls my name
    Insists that she is here
         And nothing
             Left to fear

Bright white squirrel
    Foot of tree
         Fixes me
            With innocent gaze

Her spirit talks to me