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The Promise of Tomorrow
A halo of silver 'rounds a brilliant Moon,
while the dry leaves blow,
The Moon is pale and full of power, an essence beyond comprehension,
an incredible force of magic.
Times like these leave the very center, that shelters the spirit,
the temple of center, the temple of energy.
On and on we travel to find the fork
in the paths that divide.
One direction and you will find fate -
having passed aside lessons richly taught.
The other road - fate will find you,
and in turn you will discover your destiny.
Your rewards will be great and the path, your salvation.
Experience your destiny and the windows will open.
Stretch out your arms and embrace the reality of knowing,
for the only reality is learning.
Hold it close to your heart, and draw the energy -
to seek more.
Look upon the horizon and recognize the promise of tomorrow.
.... Janet Thompson
(Of Witches)
The Ancient Waltz
She danced beneath the starry sky;
By the light of a crescent moon.
An elaborate waltz from olden times;
Lost to the modern world.
To passers by, she danced in craziness;
Alone in the dark of night.
The Faeries and Sylphs who watched in the mist;
Beheld it as a glorious sight.
She'd journeyed into a Magickal Realm;
Unseen by the average soul.
The unknowing saw naught of this ethereal place;
Where she danced with the Dragons
....Kristin Wilkinson
Balance
I am the hearth fire and the cold north wind that rages outside.
I am the one streaked by sunlight. I am the one cloaked in darkness.
I am everything in balance. I am the feather against which the gods weight your conscience. I am All Times,
All Places, All Spaces, And I will be Forever.
....author unknown, but found at:
http://www.maxpages.com/themoonabove
The Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman, isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman, must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that's the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman, isn't in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.
....Author unknown
Unicorn Nightgarden
Water flowers curve back their nighttime petals, owls spread
dreamwings in the starlight, flamingos arch their gentle necks
and dip their heads to meet silver reflections in the stream.
The moon is spilling out of the sky in waterfalls of light;
a mist of scented jasmine hangs heavy in the air. This is the
night garden of the Unicorn. Here he pastures among drowsy
ferns and humming insects, caressed by spider-web dreams,
brushed by the wings of midnight butterflies.
....Josephine Bradley (in pursuit of the Unicorn)
Fairytales
They soar on wings of light,
Fairy tales for those who believe,
are not a tale at all.
They're whispered to us in our dreams,
by fairies one and all.
So drift with me to slumber land;
to see a wondrous sight,
just place your hand in the Fairy's hand;
and fly into the night.
....Carla Vredeling
Wisp
Afar from our lawn and our levee,
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are heavy
and dream of the end of their days,
You move in another dominion
And hang o'er the historied stone:
Unpruned in your beautiful pinion
Who wander and whisper alone.
....Unknown
Can You Imagine
Can you imagine a world without Witches,
A world with all people the same?
Where the only known dragons are hiding in books,
And children are terribly tame?
A world without magic would be sad indeed.
I cannot imagine the pain
Of having a world where there's no Santa Claus
Where wizards are searched for in vain.
Can you imagine a world without spells,
That science and businesses run?
And think of the sadness a unicorn feels
When he no longer plays in the sun.
Can you imagine a world without Witches,
No elves and no magic pools?
And can you imagine how dull it would be
If all that we had were the schools?
I cannot imagine a world without Witches ,
A world with no magical wand.
A world without beauty, or even a dream,
Or a wood sprite of whom to be fond.
They say I should grow up and be more mature,
Like a normal adult ought to.
But I'd rather, at night, go dance with a Witch,
And I'll bet that you feel that way too.
....Robert F. Potts
Fairy Tale
Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden showers
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours....
Now a strain
Wild and mournful blown from shadow towers,
Echoed from shadow ships upon the foam,
Proclaims the Queen of Night.
From their bowers
The dark Princess fluttering, wing their flight
To their old Mother, in her huge old home.
....Katherine Mansfield
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and wild
With a Faery, hand in hand,
For the world is full of more weeping than you can understand.
....William Butler Yeats
Where?
Where are the fairies?
Where can we find them?
We've seen the fairy rings
They leave behind them!
When they have danced all night,
Where do they go?
Lark, in the sky above,
Say, do you know?
Is it a secret no one is telling?
Why, in your garden
Surely they're dwelling!
No need for journeying, Seeking afar:
Where there are flowers, there fairies are!
...."Author Unknown"
A Day Of The Faeries
How far and wide the Faeries fly,
Golden wings twinkling as they soar through the sky,
Their Beauty, Grace and Sallow Skinned face,
Pixie Dust scattered all over the place.
And just when you think ‘Clear is the sky’,
Their beauty floods back in the blink of an eye,
No tears, No fears just laughter and joy,
Prancing and dancing both girl and boy.
They fly to the river flowing from the lake,
You follow them and rub your eyes thinking this must be fake.
At this moment they notice you, Curious but scared,
Their tiny wings flutter and a whisper is flared,
The largest of the faeries hovers forward and speaks,
But you hear nothing; her voice is merely a squeak,
She pulls on your finger in gesture to stay,
You turn and look back then stay at the lake and play.
When fade the last light and the stars all glow bright,
When flutter the last golden wing,
The Day has now broken, The Faerie Queen has spoken,
As the night falls and darkness it brings.
How far and wide the Faeries fly,
On bright and golden wings,
But when they settle down to sleep,
A gentle song they sing,
“Sweet Queen of Night,
Soft silver stars,
We’re glad you are so near,
We seek our beds to rest our heads
Without a moments fear,
On thistledown, in hidden nooks,
We watch the stars so bright,
The joys of sleep, upon us creep,
As we wish you all Goodnight.”
As the glittering Faerie dust Fades away,
In the shadows of the trees they shall stay,
Until Morning Dawn brings another day,
And again, the Faeries come out and play.
....Ailsa Barrie.
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