The Spell of Being

The Spell of Being

I am without time.

I am all times.

I am a speck of dust

I am a mountain of stone.

I am without form.

I am all forms.

I am the last Spark of Hope

I am the Inferno of Creation

I am the unseen Past.

I am the unknown Future.

I am the soft sigh of Death

I am the gale of Chaos

I am without Life

I am without Death

I am a silent Tear

I am an unbroken Wave

I am Spirit without form

And I am Form in Spirit

I am not

I am.

 

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Dance Tomorrow

Come dance with me, in the rain

Bare of skin and shame

Under sun or pale moon

Early morn or soft twilight

 

Woven from the silk

Of daydreams silent webs

Cast aloft on feathers

Of hope that wasn’t said

 

Come play with me, lady

In a mountain stream

A still quiet pool

On by a shady dream

 

Laugh with me softly

In deep shadowed night

Share life with me

In the dark or light

 

Walk with me tomorrow

Or could be yesterday

Stroll within the memories

Of what we have to say

 

Sit with me in quietude

Free from soul’s solitude

Hand in hand gently

In each others arms

 

Come dance with me, in the rain

Of tomorrow yet unknown

Look toward the memory

Of days we haven’t yet

 

 

Banfiadh copywrite Sep2012