

CenturiesThrough the many centuries, Oblivion, decay, I have his ancient memories As clear as yesterday.Centuries
As if written cold in stone The images appear, With love across the days and years Through all I view and hear.
And though the sign's carved in the stone It flows in all I dream, With your tenderness within My every dark and beam.
And though sometimes I do forget, You call me back to you, By the Goddess, by the moon, The wise one, river blue.
So this ancient soul of ours Will rise up from the dead, And we will be t


Hermit's CaveOn clear, cold nights you see the smoke From the mouth of the hermit's cave, Yet in the morning, tell yourself 'Tis dreams the darkness gave,Hermit's Cave
And through your day of work and play, Forget the sight you saw, A lonely fire blazing cold; A heart it'd never thaw.
The hermit turns his back towards The world, it's people, for To study ancient manuscripts Of age gone by before,
Yet letters on the parchment Turn blurry, and he sees No longer crispy pages, for The ink and writing cease,
The visions take him back into A thou


Animal SelfCall of the prey, Smell of decay, Run with the pack To land's end and back, In the eye of the beast; In the blood of the feast, In the love of the earth, In the cycle of birth, In the dance of our lives, In our teeth, in our knives, I am all, I'm the one, I am seen, I am gone.Animal Self


Born of the EarthI was born of the earth And raised by the moon, Seduced by the wind and Made wise by the rune,Born of the Earth
And once where I trod Where the reeds meet the sea, The fates of all men Seemed uncertain to me.
They taught me their wisdom, But all that came clear Was secrets still hidden In all that was near,
To all that is given, To all that is lost, Comes love with the springtimes And hate with the frost.
And as I walk ever The spiraling road, Take good and the bad, Each with their crushing load.
I was born


Nuna Brown SkinMy beauty is in my Nuna Brown skin. It is in the darkness of my eyes, darkened so that I will not be blinded by my sisters snow and ice. It is in my salmon-berry blood, blood of survivors and warriors. My beauty is in my Nuna Brown heart.Nuna Brown Skin
Do not tell me that beauty is blonde and blue eyed. Do not convince me of my ugliness, for I am more rare than any gem. More precious than any gold. Others want to be what I am. But they cannot. Do not make me ashamed of my rich heritage because you do not have one of your own.
My bea
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And that's when she said she'd give anything to find a place that she could call home.
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Sometimes they even make me want to write poetry again... Very inspiring
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