For as long as I can remember I have written poetry. Pouring your soul onto a piece of paper isn't easy, especially if later on people will get to read it and make criticisms of it, but sometimes we are so inspired that our soul melds with the paper and our words sing without music. This is true art. Very few have it, but those who do inspire the stars to shine and the birds to sing. If you have the talent you would like to share, please e-mail me your poem and share your gift. You will, of course, get full credit and I will be ever so happy to see it in my cyber mail box. Thanks, Silvera The Awakening By Shawn Celtic winds blow me away Away to the lands of old Ancient voices call me away Away from the shckles Of Christian ideology Pagan ancestors stream in my blood Blood of the proud Blood of the strong Blood of the Ancient Mysteries Rising above old patriarchy Come with me my dear child Join thy Wiccan friends The old ways of the Pagan world Call for freedom and notice Come...Awake beside me I shall lite the candles for many to see Earth, Air, Fire, Water... Spirits call out to thee In the Goddess' embrace and the God's light Love is the only Law dear child Harm none is what I say And love under will In the light of the moon Dancing in the forests I shall come and croon Thy Goddess bless Thy God shall guide With ancient love always I've lit my candles 5 so bright Come meet me now lupinely So with this now I let you go Find your own path honestly But if you choose to walk with me No oppression will there be Only Freedom and Love.....Always © Silvera NiteSky Get your own free web space at Geocities.