The time comes soon to dance between the stones. In rings made long ago by hands of ancestors whose names and faces are long forgotten. Whose words we try as we can to remember, but through the ages have become something else.
Tag: Poem
Back to shelter.
The world emerged from winter, ready for life and seed.
From cold and sheltered homes, into the warm be freed.
And light will come to grace the sky, and show off heaven’s form.
But run along back toward your home, for so comes a horrid storm.
A response.
Standing to lead.
Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.
So comes the next.
When the dawn comes, the dark will fade.
A darkness which was engulfing and omnipresent, which filled the sky, the sounds and smells of the world around, will be shown as an illusion to the great flame which rises in the sky.
Sweet dreams.
I had you when I woke up this morning. Just as you had been there every morning for all of these years.
A greeting, most welcome, to help start the day. Excitement and an embrace at the end.
The Ederren 