Arianrhod
Thro
darkest violet vales of shade
Her
crescent crown appears in light
New
bright moon of silver'd braid
A
Queen invoked from velvet night
The
Grace appears from whispered praise
The
Goddess in cloak of purest white.
Unshrouded
she walks thro our minds
Dancing
in streams before out eyes
Inspiring
dreams with love refined
Mortal
souls stretched to highest skies
Heavens
brow, a form majestic, designed…
A
bridge of quiet, silent beams and sighs.
Her
blessing bestowed thro age and time
From
depths of space, eternal bond
Banished
thought of death: tremulous rhyme
Ancient
spinning wheel, a voice beyond
Echoes
our prayer with words sublime
Ever
watching, waiting to respond.
All
Rights Reserved/Copyright David John Drew 2009
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