Night sky
secrets fly…
whisper stories
of soul’s unfolding.
Humming, chanting
flying within,
music channels
soulful sins.
Loving grace
shining light…
on thy face.
Stars shine
leaving a trace,
subtle hints
of colorful space.
Be the light,
slow the pace,
allow room
for miracles …
to leave a trace.
Those who despair
need a hint,
of other worlds
to move
through the hate.
All is love,
leave the fear,
of our race,
faith combines
with energy …
allowing the climb.
Believe your fate,
Love is real,
Believe your fate,
to make it heal.
Come together,
as we are,
love is real,
tis all we are!
Eventide
sings sublime
weaving pastels
biding good night.
When we hear
the gentle sounds…
and Summer tells
the time of day…
Cicadas and tree frogs
their songs do swell,
singing and charming
with their tales.
Tinkling water
running by…
flowing smoothly
as we sigh.
Into morning,
from the dawn,
on to eventide
from Sun’s nigh.
Cooling, soothing
light does fade,
as the night noise
joins the parade.
Ancients followed
the well worn path
to preserve…
what is now our past.
The truth now
will set us free,
in the shadow of
the wisdom tree.
Druids, fairies, tiny Gnomes
scattering unseen
as we roam.
The silent Forest
stands before us,
particles of light
shower the dearest
of our clan…
enlightening magic
passing on
filling the void.
Silent Forest
lend your ear,
gather to embrace
in this chosen year.
