Have you ever felt the crystal ice cold water
\nfrom a mountain stream
\nthat pours along and seemingly is energised
\nby the condors dream
\nwell, every time I see your face
\nand realise that someone’s made
\nthis beautiful and precious gaze
\nand in the early morning light the hand of some soul
\n laid<\/p>\n
a subtle brush to paint that nose
\nthose ears those lips
\nI do suppose
\nsuch sweet perfection seldom can
\nbe witnessed really since Time began<\/p>\n
transfixed on one so pretty
\nthat curiousness one sees
\na courage far ahead of most
\nin a forest dense with trees
\nyou can see her sometimes floating
\nwith her besom and her owl
\na tawny feathered darling
\nwith a rather wolfish howl<\/p>\n
she has so many dresses
\nand her leggings look the part
\nand she is a goddess in my eyes
\nwith a wholly wondrous heart
\nher kindness is a quality
\nher love of course a power
\nsignificantly above all others
\nshe has the path of now<\/p>\n
her pace to learn
\nunmatched me thinks
\nfor she not only can
\nbe seen as the most beautiful
\nbut I am her most avid fan
\nI love her more than life itself
\nI love her sweet heart so
\nher eyes,and lips and her timid hips
\nher really special glow<\/p>\n
she has an eye for beauty
\nin the bags and jewellery
\nher clothes take on an aura
\nof complete majesty
\neverything about her gait
\nis wonderful and true
\nher skin is like true porcelain
\nwith a hint of morning dew<\/p>\n
a lovely neck her skin is smooth
\nlike coconut and Shea
\nwith a perfume from the whitest flower
\nand energy they say
\nof a firefly in the evening mist
\nthat circles our ramparts grey
\nand her magic has a resonance
\nthat makes me want to say<\/p>\n
“I love her every the morning
\nI love her every night
\nI love her at Imbolc
\nwhen forest trees stand white
\nI love her at Ostara when the birds
\nbegin to sing
\nand at Beltane when the sitar
\ncan be heard and so can bring
\nI love her at Mabon
\nwhen the leaves turn into gold
\nand at Samhain when the mystical
\non such things all are sold
\nin the witchy garden
\nby the bijou
\none day I will be
\nstanding gazing at her
\nfor what is eternity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Have you ever felt the crystal ice cold water from a mountain stream that pours along and seemingly is energised by the condors dream well, every time I see your face and realise that someone’s made this beautiful and precious … Continue reading