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In Her Presence

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She came to visit, I know not from where,
This beautiful maiden with auburn hair,
A single gold feather shining bright,
Upon Her forehead, casting a light,

From beneath the soft black feathery lashes,
Were green, brown and gold in mingling splashes,
Her hazel eyes were gentle and kind,
As they twinkled briefly and gazed into mine

Rosy red tint on Her cheekbones, and then
A trace of freckles on soft ivory skin,
Her nose led to lips with a hint of a smile
That beckoned me "come, sit and stay for a while"

Her graceful neck arched to a choker of leather
A striking contrast to the brilliant feather
But dangling from the worn necklace of hide
Was a heart made of polished silver each side

Each curl had a magickal mind of its own
Wild and flowing, each lovely tress shown
Like the heat from an ember that's still aflame
The colors of fire, Her hair just the same

The red and gold tresses cascaded down
To a white peasant blouse and skirt made of brown
And over this all was a carpet of green
In the guise of a cape with a mystical sheen

On a moss covered log She sat down with such grace
As a look of contentment spread over Her face
I carefully sat at Her side on the ground
And gazed in wonder as I looked around

At the delicate flowers casting a hue
In the clearing, a mixture of vibrant blues
Stately old pine trees encircled the mead
Echoing the sound of the dapple gray steed

That stood calmly behind his lady fair
As his breath gently parted Her unbridled hair
Feelings of warmth and love without end
This maiden was mother, sister and friend

We sat in the clearing, She and I
As the small wrens and sparrows fluttered by
And almost as if by unspoken command
They flew to the maiden's outstretched hand.

Neither one of us uttered a single sound
For it seemed our souls were tightly bound
By a special connection forged in each heart
To remain, though I knew that soon we must part

She's accompanied me every day since then
I know by the song of the sweet little wren
And the delicate feathers that lay on the trail
Of my spiritual journey, there to open its veil
My encounter with Rhiannon, Welsh Moon Goddess
© 2010 - 2024 Annezon
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BenHammonds's avatar
You too paint pictures of the soul with words flowing from that special place :) This is truly beautiful!!! I admire it greatly.