Tree love
Light slipping through your fingers.
Leaves painting your nails.
Shadows illuminating the silhouette of your body.
I stop and stair, memorized by your enchantment.
You catch my breath and I cannot help but to stair, watching you move between the wind.
A dance of entrapment, ancient as time.
Roots firmly grounded, even in times of such inanity.
Magick Within
Magick: the energy that connects the human spirit to that of the divine.
All seeing eye… open revealing the lines of chaos, where insanity breeds.
Beyond the strings of perception lie the fabric of the unseen universe.
Diverging between reality. Unraveling the tangled web of the universe.
Beyond the cosmos.
Within the witches eye a magic resides.
Here lies a secret world of endless possibilities. Eye wide open, all seeing with wonder.
Whimsical goddess in all her forms. She tells me. “Feel… don’t think.”
I embrace her touch… that of electricity within my soul.
A pulse flowing from the cosmos and beyond.
Breathe I must remember to breathe...
Tears of blessing stream a river of compassion.
Warm waters of emotion. Blockage removed, no longer stagnant, free flowing rivers which bubble to the surface.
Life thriving with each beat of your heart.
Awakened after years of slumber.
No longer dormant.
No longer afraid.
Emotions no longer churn for the storm of chaos has resided.
Is it the work of god?
Or the gift of empowerment?
Is there a difference?
Still the questions flood the mind body and soul…
Can you feel her breath on the coming wind?
Do you hear the voice of the goddess as she calls your name?
My mind is riddled with questions. Anxiety of our own nature.
Endless thoughts, wishing for a desperate silence… for now I settle the chaos one breath at a time.
River of Cosmos
Colors bloom before the eyes, eroded by time.
Fabricated memories of illusion paint pictures of beauty.
Drifting down the rivers of the past.
Treasured moments.
Lost treasures.
Painted silhouettes of vibration of auras.
Bloom forth imagination where once there was vacancy.
Spirals of cosmic mystery unravel thought.
Treasured moments.
Moments remembered.
Flowers bloom for hours.
Time passes.
Now aged.
Wilting pleasures that melt my heart.
Still beautiful.
Magick upon their sent.
Timeless beauty.
Embracing life and their final moments.
I will see you next year my friends.
Moonandstonecraft 