HEROINE EYES
Pray come gather about the joining fire
and behold how the bright protected flames
flicker in the caress of approaching night,
and roar out in awe of sudden gusting
awareness of the approaching spirit.
“for you are alive – adept – centered,
protected, guided, driven by my presence.”
See strange shadows dance in symmetry
with the velvet strumming of Mother Earth
and vibrant song of a time-spun lyre.
Gather close round – about to sing and dream,
while tinkling embers fane warm your soul.
“for I can see your secret flame within,
and hear your lover’s special whispered name”
See in each new friend a mirror of being
who now fills in the words you did forget,
and shades your eyes from the glare of truth,
so that you can dance free of guilt and shame,
now reborne to the innocence of dawn.
“for these wise aging eyes will never dim
when you arrive with open hand and heart.”
This has so much opportunity to see your work. I know the problem of the aging heart too well and am content that you arrive here among the “Hero” folk. Fran
Great poem I feel like i am there, I love stories and sing alongs around an open fire, something magical and mysterious about them and you have captured and expressed this in a wonderful way.
morgaine
Camelot Scribe.