Memory of a Kiss

The memory of your kiss
lingers in the twilight of my dreams,
Rousing me to wistful wakefulness
and I ache for the curve of your caress.

I long for the enrapture of
entanglement
of our limbs.

Enthralling,
Intertwined,
Ecstatic.

My soul searches for your scent-memory,
flooding my mind with wave after wave
of decadent desire.

The taste of your tongue
tantalizes me
with a yearning for
You.

So...

I slide back into slumber,
and wrap myself around
The memory of your kiss.

Darkness & Light

Letting you see
the darkness that is me
in the midst of the light

Letting me be
the possibility
as I stand within the night

Lightness flows
and darkness flares
igniting the fulcrum of life

I run from the center of me
Until I realize I've run back to me
and embrace the darkness
that I cannot escape

I run to the center of me
And discover the light
held in my darkness
and I see
me

Crowning Crone

Northern realms prepare for
a time of inward contemplation.
Leaves turn from green
to golden, crimson, and dusty brown.
Geese fly to warmer climes;
food is stored;
sustained warmth is planned;
and cold winds howl through frozen snows.

Raven stands guard over it all,
watching winter come from all.
Crone stands with this guide,
in rooted power and selfless pride.

She holds her space
in the midst of chaos,
and laughs from the depths
of deepest darkness.
Knowing she embraces and embodies
the eternal Circle
that connects us all.

Getting to the Root of Me

I crawl among the branches
  of the roots of my soul,
     as the worries of my thoughts
       take wing to the sky.
        I climb further down
          to the core of my being,
           and peer into the recesses
            of my inner darkness.
             And there I see an
              ancient crone
               sitting in repose,
                sipping from the nectar
                 of the gods,
                   clad in the robes
                    of the goddesses.
                      I commune with the
                         beginning of time,
                       the edge of the universe,
                      the center of existence.
                  And I see the thread of
                connection from me to my
             crone, to her crones all the
         way back...to me.
       I breathe deep and
      absorb them all into my heart center
    and hold them there
   as I climb back to the
  upper roots of the branches
 of my physicality.
 And return to here.
Now.

In the Fields where Unicorns Play

In the fields where Unicorns play,
I spent my youth and childhood days;
dancing with fairies,
singing with nymphs,
exploring the world on gossamer wings.

Springtime winds held autumn leaves.
Winter snows kissed summer trees;
laughing at goblins,
hiding from trolls,
basking in the sun with star-kissed ravens.

Dragons and Hawks anchor the sky.
Lightning soaked thunder slipstreams by;
breathing in Life,
exhaling Joy,
spinning magic to set my imagination free.

Persistence of time (lyric version)

Life & Death

I close my eyes
but cannot sleep
death stalks my every turn

If I fall asleep, could I not wake up?
If sleep captures me, could it hold me in its embrace
until slumber captures my very soul?

I open my eyes
but cannot wake
ghosts haunt my waking hours

If I wake, will I be able to carry on?
If light shakes me to full awareness, will I have to let go of dreams
wisping through the light of day?

I shake my head
to clear the gauzy tendrils
of illusion clinging to my mind

If I don't sleep now, how will I rejuvenate my soul?
If I don't dream now, how will I know when I've attained them?
If I don't wake now, how will I ever expect to make a difference?

If I don't live now, when do I ever truly expect to?