Let me...

Let me laugh, let me dream; let me be a child…

Let me grow, let me learn; let me burn like wild…

Let me work, let me play; let me have some fun…

Let me run, let me roam; let me have freedom…

Let me live, let me love; let me do my thing…

Let me dance, let me give; I have a song to sing!

June 1977  my first poem  age 11

Lunae Memoriae

My Lady sails through silver sky,

Her pale skin, a shade of light,

She glows in brilliant radiance, my lover faire.

With gentle grace she wanders through the night,

Her gossamer gown flows ‘round about her feet,

Her footsteps leaving stardust in her path.

She sings with laughter, starlight song,

Her voice, a gentle shining mist,

Whispering the mystery.

Her soft touch, cool as evening aire,

Her kisses shimmer on my skin,

Gifts of music, soft and sweet.

Dancing through eternity,

My lover faire,

My Lady of sweet memory.

Falling into the fire...

I had a dream…

You were there, offering me all that I had once desired…

Offering me the chance to fall …

back into all the old patterns and habits of my past.

Offering me the opportunity to return to the veil,

that hides me from myself and from the light.

I woke knowing that I could not have you,

or risk returning to the shadows.

I told myself   “Do not fall in love with him.

He is too strong for you.

You will lose yourself again.

Do not fall in love with him.”

But it was already far too late…

I fell, Oh how I fell…

And I am falling still…

It matters not that you are not in love with me…

or that you cannot be.

It makes no difference that I am strong enough without you,

Or with you, or that I am not with you.

or that you wear the face of God, or that He wears yours.

I no longer know which, and it no longer matters.

For I am strong enough to love a God…

and to stand in the light.

I no longer need to hide behind the veil…

I can stand and fall and fall and fall…

And still I stand…

I stand in the light no matter how I fall…

The falling is no longer to be feared…

The fire inside your mind, your heart, your soul…

Sparks the flame within my own

Your body sets my own on fire

And so I fall …

into the magick of falling

in love with you…

and I stand in the light of the fire...

even as I fall…

Bear

Sleeping deep within the Mother

You walk the dream-time

Traveling the star-road

Through the void

In the forest of the otherworlds

Wisdom-stones beneath your feet

In silence and power

Instinct mingles with intuition

Finding truth and emerging into new light

I lay upon my bed...

I lay upon my bed,

The light turned out an hour ago,

The embers shimmer and glow inside,

The waves rolling off my skin,

Light the shadows all around.

I think of you and in my mind,

I hold your body close.

Although my heart would be for you,

A place of love and healing,

My mind tells me that what you need,

Is not what I can offer.

I focus on your pain,

On my desire to transform

That sharp thing,

Into something else.

As intense and overwhelming,

And consuming as my need.

My body and my soul want you still,

Even in your darkest hour.

To feel your force,

Your frustration and your anger,

Your loss and grief and despair,

Pouring into me,

Purged and purified.

To be battered in your arms,

To feel your violence and your hope,

To feel your control,

And your abandonment of it.

To feel your hands around my throat,

Pressed against the wall,

With no escape,

No choice,

But to surrender to your will,

And be conquered by your power.

Wishing Well Love Spell

I cast my wish into the Well,

And as I do I cast this spell.

I call to me my match, my mate.

I call the one who is my fate.

I call to me my own true love,

By Sun and Moon and Stars above!

Mabon

Equal Night and Equal Day

Gather apples while we may

Down into the Dark we go

Deeper Mysteries we would know

To Rise again into the Light

Equal Day and Equal Night

Midsummer

The Sun in strength shines warm and bright,

The Earth in green bursts full with life;

The veil now thins, the night descends,

The faeries dance in starlight bands;

and now begins the growth of night.

Oblivion

The demons lurk around me, surround me,

creeping in the darkness,

in the quiet of solitude,

inside me they hide,      

and wait to over-come me.

I run, wrestle, try to escape, to chase them away.

But still they come,

like bad dreams,

the night-mares I have

when I am awake.

Reality comes too close.

I seek oblivion, my refuge.

I pursue it everywhere.

Finally it comes to me,

slips over me like a blanket,

the demons are purged.

Gratefully I rest,

and am safe.

Waiting

At midnight I sit among my candles and incense,

music and wine, waiting.

I think of you driving in the night,

and I wait for you to come to me.

I hear you at the door, before you are there,

and then you are, and you come inside.

You don’t have to talk, just lay beside me

I hold you and you sleep in my arms.

Every night I wait, every day I wait,

for the day that you need me,

the day that you want me,

the day that you love me,

and I wait for you to come to me.

Odyssey

On a bright sunny afternoon at the river

four anonymous comrades join together in love and affirmation

remembering others far away

 making a daring odyssey

into the sunlight and the shadows of the trees

following paths that lead to the fairy kingdom

of spiral flight among vines whose connection is skyward

never touching the reality of earth.

A black and white spotted infant touched for an instant

opens the portal into the realm

where small purple stars have spiral green tails

and earth-brown children hang from thin branches

plucking purple berries and tasting their sweet nectar for a moment

only to grasp the next immediately.

The legend of an Indian Brave who lived centuries ago

awakens the sleeping children

and they venture forth to conquer the rushing water

defying the treacherous rocks

and the laws of gravity and distance, space and time

which hold no rule in this universe

of wet feet and sun-shined faces.

Once the barrier has been crossed

the children sleep once again.

Twin Gods

Golden sun-prophet, strong soul-pilot,

as an Eagle flies,

through valleys

following rivers to ocean

and with his hands warms hearts.

 Angel with dark curls

as from night sky,

shines like stars.

Phoenix-spirit, owl-poet

follows mountain streams

through forest

and with his voice

Illuminates minds.

Metamorphosis

The dark airfield stretches out silent and solitary before us,

run-way lights flash from blue to white to blue…

I breathe in the smoke…

my mind fades from grey physics into a purple fog

and I am transformed.

In the silver light of a waning crescent,

the metamorphosis is complete…

at the slow touch of cool fingers

a low purr escapes me

I am a cat, curled and cuddled

in the lap of a man

with strong and gentle hands.

Sleeping Babes

on a saturday in april in half-light

a motel room in the afternoon with the curtains drawn

my friends sleep

in sheer exhaustion

the sleep of wine

and the extremities of lives lived too brightly.

I read poetry

and paint my nails red

drink cold coffee

smoke too many cigarettes

paint my toe-nails too

and go back to playing solitare.

I watch their silent forms

and fight the urge to touch them

“for fear of waking them “ I tell myself.

Two children in their beds at night

when mother opens the door

to see the faces of her babes once more

before retiring to her own sleep.

Insomnia with a Friend

Love songs then love-gone-wrong songs then road songs and wine,

laughter and candlelight, poetry and chess,

bad jokes then black-jack, more wine then sleep.

We have said nothing,

I dream of waking

and wake and cannot sleep.