Twilight. ..

Twixt the Day,
And Shadow'd Night,
Lies the Magik's Might...

Where Twilight Sparks,
And Power Arcs,
Shadow'd lightning Play...

Mysted foggy Haze,
Vail lidded Grace,
Secure and Sacred Space...

Within their Wake,
Souls thirst Slake,
Seduced by Silent Gaze...

As Darkness must,
Give way to Light,
Marshal Will and Might...

Secure thy Soul,
Again now Whole,
Shakle Magik's Lust...

Embrace the Thought,
That Day will end,
And Shadows soon will send...

That Twilight Myst,
And Torrid Tryst,
Within my Gaze, Caught...

Ravyn...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids.

Never Alone. ..

"I may not always be in a great place but I will always make room for anyone that needs a place to Rest "

Ravyn...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids.

A Moment, if You Please

The tree of Life is oft times depicted as a mirror of branches and roots surrounding its vital core. ..

Allow me a moment of your time and I will convey an awareness of insight gained in a moment of silence. ..

Wheels turning
Upside down
Outward projection of strength thru vulnerability
Release outward
Filtering inward
Polishing while tumbling
Exposing Heaven And Earth

Peering thru the branches, one sees the earth
Appreciating the skies above from the anchored security of a Rooted Self. ..

And from within the stillness of the quiet mind, peace weaves together the ordered chaos of the Branches of the Mind and Roots of the Soul... leaving Self to support the Growth of Both.

For the Moment. ..

Ravyn...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids.

Silent Storm. ..

If Silence be, your Lovers Voice,
Fear not the Tempest Gale,
Strive instead, to match said Force,
Wave for Wave and Wail...

It's not the Storm or Blood Red Skies,
A sailor truly Fears,
But slackened Sails gainst mizzenmast,
In Wake of Rum and Beers...

Pray the Gods, in desperate times,
Will answer True your Call,
Fortifying Stride and Gait,
To leave you Standing Tall...

Harken well the Songs of Yore,
Wise Words from Old to Young,
Should all else Fail, left parched and Dry,
FORGET Ye NOT YER TONGUE!!!

Lest Silence be, your Lovers Voice,
Too soon from Calm Seas Torn,
And Braver Mate take Oar to hand,
Prepared for Calm OR Storm...

Ravyn...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids.