Misty morning

Ever ever on

I do not walk the battlefield of life unaided
I wear the armor of the light
At my back stands the company of Arthur
That sleep beneath the hollow hills
Since that hallowed night

I feel them sending strength to me
Along with others met in the night
Standing at the point
Moving forward through the fight
Neither winning or losing
Moving forward in the night

One thing is oft forgotten
In the hero’s tales of old
While no fatal wound be suffered
When protected by such means
Each battle blow
Pains the soul
And offers no outlet
To screams

Respite I seek
From this travail
To sleep and dream again
Comfort I seek
Before the dawn
In the arms of someone warm

Too much to ask?
Perhaps
Likely?
Who knows
Either way
Life is what it is
And goes ever ever on

One day soon

So much needed all around
I channel the energy through
Pass along the healing balm
To those I know in need

Wise I’ve been called
In some ways, perhaps
Yet one thing I’ve never learned
To take some for myself

Wounds I’ve denied for way to long
Gaping, ragged, holes in my soul
Treated, bandaged, stitched closed
Still they’ve never healed

Breakdown
Sometimes wish I could
Purge it all from within
Would that make things better
Or leave only emptiness instead

One step, then another
Trudge through the forest of despair
Eyes wide open
For a simple track
Or a path of others come this way
One step, then another
Till the clearing is found
Where the bonfire burns
And sparks lift high into the night
With them I will fly
One day soon

Green Woman waiting

She stands before the reflecting cauldron
On which the inner womb’s exposed
Through her is channeled the guiding light
Which illumine a the inner worlds
From her comes the draught of Awen
Source of all here written

Green woman
Cerridwyn
Hear my voice now calling
Grant me the vision
To clearly see
The joys some say are coming

I’ve heard your voice
You’ve heard my songs
Can we dance again

Image is from the Greenwood Tarot and was the initial inspiration for the above words

Struggle

The above image was the inspiration for the Following. It is the Eight of Arrows from the Wildwood Tarot

The Fool’s journey begun in sunlight
One foot upon the Rainbow bridge
Now struggles through the cold dark night
Broken arrows all around

Though wind and snow have frozen the world
The Hermit’s lantern it blazes still
Beside the ice covered rill
Step by step moving forward

A storm is coming
Feel it brewing
On the horizon it looms
Keep on going
Towards a light now glowing
Out there from someone’s room
Cry out
In the darkness
I’m on my way
Coming home