With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known best

Through Juniper smoke

The haze of a Hex

Back sent the curse

To the one who once sent

With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known blessed.

 

With weather mask I watch the sky

Of tumbling clouds where Dragons fly

Who dip and weave and fall to rise

Through billow holes the moonbeams shine

To glance upon the midnight sea

Where deep beneath the spirits heave

And rise as wisps upon the waves

To ride the wind and scream away

I walk beneath while storm rage harsh

To seek the lightning sand struck glass

To add a bead on to the mask

In Elemental praise to dance.

 

The Crone doth lash the Maiden

Yet Maiden rise to meet

With pure and nubile passion

To writhe and come beneath

And watching from the evergreen

The ever-keen Green man

Who reaches for his instrument

To play his pipe of Pan

And lull the Maiden resting

Spent upon the Moss

Her rousing eyes on blossoming

Watch green the man at dance

And rising to the yearning

A flower tender bud

With Pan she lay made fertile

The spell of Spring is cast.

 

Holding lightly to the moon swing

Dreams the maiden spring,

Of dawning sun to gentle bird song

Her awakening.

Then up she jumps sets pace and laughs

The dance of love to play,

I watch her by the flower faces

Woken by the fray.

I glimpse her kiss the branch to blossom

Seeds leap ‘neath her feet,

Through woods and valleys over hills

In fields and broken streets.

Until the dusk does gather thus

Her colours tender fade,

She yawns at evening blackbirds song

And quietly walks away.

Though turns just once a tender glance

A kiss she blew to me,

Set catkins quiver all a dance

Amongst my twigs and leaves.

Dusty Wings.

I felt you fly dusty wing feather my sky

sang to me winters past why do you hide

when it seems spring we have found

are our fears or our tears holding us down.

Reply I heard whispered a bluebell sigh

she lay her soft head down petals to cry

so if the blue skies are seen to wear cloud

‘neath the shadow of a willow I lay me down.

Felt you fly dusty wings feather my sky

sang to me winters past why do we hide

when it seems spring we have found

are our fears or our tears holding us down.  

Reply I heard calling the song of a swan

she turned unto spirit sang and was gone

so if the blue skies are seen to ware cloud

‘neath the shadow of a Willow I lay me down.

Felt you fly dusty wings feather my sky

sang to me winters past why do we hide

when it seems spring we have found

are our fears or our tears holding us down.

Reply I have grown as Ivy entwined

bound to a memory never to find

as spring you sing to me heart filled with love

high in the willow leaf  call of a Dove.

 

 

‘Neath the rain.

As the skies turn blue to grey

The wind swept clounds bring the rain

And as the empty street there prevail

She'le be walking neath the rain.

To wash the tears away she wept

The broken heart she always kept

On every path she ever stept

Hollow sorrows memories left to her. 

With the shadows chasing round her heart

Like a crown of thorns worn in the dark

On the nights when shadows black her spark

 So the flame dies every time they part.

And the screaming rages of the sea

The crashing waves that curse her endlessly

Have cast her tattered life torn misery

As she drowns in every passing memory.

 

 

A Magus Born Torn I.

Misty Swirls of a dragons tail Spiral in your eyes,

Crystals in my darkened mind your light has hypnotised.

Awake a magi Merlin cave,

A magus born torn I,

In tattered gown of yesteryears,

Spells shattered own all I.

Sweet tears that fall for lovers lost

Cast a rainbows many hues,

To feel the misty paths of love

From hazy distant views.

In skies of wing armed timeless dreams

Lost on astral vial,

There found loves ever changing tide

On pastel winds we'll set sail.