Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A poem I wrote for Beltane

She has fully roused from Her slumbers.

And longs for the touch of Her Beloved, She seeks Him everywhere.

His call finds the hollow of her ear, it is carried on every warm wind.

It causes the petals to flutter, as does her heart.

And branches and trunks to sway, like her round supple hips.

To the rhythm of his love songs She dances with growing abandon.

life in all is forms bursts forth from each foot fall

Warm love grows like the rising sun at dawn

More ardent with each passing moment.

He has found her, his love, His Queen.

At long last they are one.

All creation rejoices at the divine union;

basking in the glow of a love that burns eternal.

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