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Poetry pg. 1
     
 
 
Isolationism
When at me you glance
you see beauty by chance
but what's underneath
is but heartache and grief
and so by that look
you judged the cover of my book
and thought to be healed
what was shattered and peeled
and from the outside
you see beauty and pride
when what's from within
is darkened and dim
no shining flower
but one darkest hour
that lasts through your smile
and drags on by the mile
when everything seems
as if honey and dreams
but on the inside
the honey has dried
and the dream fades away
with each passing day
but you'll never know
for it will not show
and you will not look deeper
into this castle keeper
for I have grown numb
in this flower I've become.
-«FÅ££ËÑ»
 
  

 
Closet Pagan
 
Father Baptist,
Mother Christian,
Sister Lutheran,
Brother priest.
 
A secret wish,
a want and hope.
No one to turn to,
Closet Pagan
in suppression.
 
A longing to be free
in a xain world.
 Free to worship
Her ancient love,
Her ancient light.
 
Hidden in the night
from prying eyes,
the altar of pagan rite.
Fearing the watchers
who may tell all souls.
 
Closet Pagan has no rest
in the shadows,
wanting to get out,
to tell the uncaring world.
I am who I choose to be,
I choose to be free!
 
Faith in the Goddess
is all that keeps
the Closet Pagan
form forever night.
Empty darkness with no light.
 
Belief that one day
the Goddess may grant
the Closet Pagan
the courage and chance,
like caterpillar to
butterfly.
 
Escape will one day come.
Have heart in the shadows
oh Closet Pagan!
One day you shall be free!
-Rowan Watersprite, Nov. 6, 2000
 
 

 
love is
love is
like a flower
that in its youth
radiates beauty
and joy
that matures
into elegance
and then decays
and wilts
falling away
slowly
petal
by petal
leaving delicate
remains behind
an eternal memory
-Ðãzêd°Ðrýãd°£î§h,dec 2001
 
 

 
THIS IS YOUR TIME

This Is Your Time.

This Is Your Dance.

Live Every Moment.

Take Nothing To Chance.

Swim In The Sea.

Drink Of The Deep.

Embrace The Mystery

Of All You Can Be.

~mystressofthenyghte~January 2002~

  


Echoes In Love of Life

As I stumble out of the archway door
work weary of a tedious night
the ice chill wind kisses me
 
For a brief  moment I peer to the south
and the past of a lost heart long unseen
the wind tenderly humming its song
 
I start to tread on frosted grass
how it crackles beneath me!!
How the chilly night air embraces my neck
 
I raise my head to seek out the luna
but tonight she sleeps in darkness
as do I, alone, lost in icy embrace of memories
 
Yet with every step my heart quickens
the scent of the coming spring drawing near
and the loving touch of the wind
 
 
 
How I reach upwards with outstretched hand
How I embrace this cold night air
how I miss my lost fallen
one
 
Still with every step
hand in hand with the wind
I smile a bit
then a grin
then laughter
©2002
£ÖRФßÕMÒ§¤KÞ¤§Ôtw
 
 

 
I Used To Love You

I used to love you

I loved the way I looked to you

when I climbed behind your eyes

to see me as you do

and the way you move magick with a fluid grace

making the common complex

the simple superb

I used to love you

the way your thoughts reaching into mine

could move me more than any touching

Sometimes complex things are found in simple forms

like the eyes of an owl can see in the dark

or the intricate shape of an orchids bloom.

The twinkling of a star.

I used to love you

Things felt not seen.....things known not learned.

There is so much to you.

You affect all the crossings on my journey

being at the center of my crossroad.

Some how appearing with an esoteric form

quietly unassuming.

But I know there is unequaled pure power

carefully concealed.

I used to love you.

Where time and space held no boundaries

where my heart sings, without limits

and no borders to cross alone

where my soul feels safe....my world turns in balance

and your blackness is always there to camouflage

I used to love you

I have known you light years already

From the first kiss in the doorway

when you named me your Selket

when you wrapped your soul around my heart

and spell cast me with your music

I used to love you

And then I learned

that you had loved me first......and so I love you more.

DianicMoon

11/2001 

 
 
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