Dirty Little Secrets

If you think me mad,
dressed in night’s colors,
with my ancient ocean eyes,
hair the color of fire,
singing the Song in my way,
we are one and the same
under our skins, you and I.

Souls seeking souls
where mysteries enter.
Your joys are my joys,
your sorrows, my sorrows.

If you remember to look
under the surface,
beneath the tombstones,
into the heart of passion

where we have roots
and flowing hair of dreams,
the light of the same fire
burns there within you.

And there, by the looking-glass pool,
we will begin
to create ourselves a skin
without expectations,

or judgments, or prejudices,
without complexities,
where “I” does not exist, nor “you,”
and we will love

because we know no other way.

from Sky or Sea or sacred Land,
the Faeries sing and dance and shimmer…
in sacred circles made of stone.

arising from the Sídhe mound,
at dusk or dawn you’ll see us glimmer…
for We are called the Shining Ones.

to laws of man We are not bound,
waxing brighter, waning dimmer…
We’re born of light and hearts and bones,

and though Our magick may astound,
it’s costliness would make you quiver…
so have a care for what you’d own.

Our magick flows in light and sound,
wherever the Veil of Worlds grows thinner…
for Sprite and Fae and Elf and Gnome.

I give you silent solitude,
hours of thought
open to the possibilities.
don’t be scared,
is it Pandora’s box?
this golden cauldron
made evident
in you, in me…

Luminous Beings
half full, half empty,
human, Fae, and
something Else,
in-between,
longing transformation,
emptiness into fullness,
nothingness into possibilities,
unknown into wisdom.

I give you a match,
possibility in your hands,
tuck it away,
pick your teeth, or
transform it,
burn your fingers?
where is the candle,
the incense,
the light within?
hidden treasures,

my gift to you

The mist rolls off the beaches
and the tide rolls in at dawn,
a voice drifts in on breezes
like an old familiar song.

I walk along the white strand
at the dawning of the day
seeing visions of the OtherWorld
in the poems of Erin May.

This was written and dedicated several years ago to my friend Starwink, whose real name is Erin May.

She also writes some wonderful poetry. We’ve since lost touch with each other.

Dreamers Dreaming in starlight
Dream this Dream with me tonight
our Earthly Mother needs our thought
release the magick we have brought

of hillsides green in the twilight
of misty moors in moonbeams bright
the mountain streams sing a sweet song
of oceans deep and rivers long

in fields of gold and forests green
Her children Here, and Those unseen,
must Dream the Dreams of Other times,
and sing the Song of ancient rhymes

our Poets wrote so long ago
in Other lands. We used to know
the Truth of Sky and Land and Sea
which lives within Our memory,

of Who and What we’ve always been
Faery, or Nymph, or OtherKin
So Dream the Dream with me this night
of circle dances in starlight,

of laughter deep and Love that’s True,
there at the core of me and you.
We’re all Her children, all the same,
connected by Her living flame

that flows through each and every thing,
and moves us toward Awakening.
So let’s fulfill the prophecy
and Dream the Dream tonight with me.

We are the children of Danu
Water of Life in me and you
Her Spirit shines in every One
like silver stars and golden sun.

We are the children of Bilé
The Tree of Life is our Papa
Connecting Sky and Land and Sea
He is the Father of Faerie.

We are the Ones who sing the Song
We make the music flow along
Through currents in the misty plain
As always was and will remain.

We are the Ancestors reborn
By oak and ash and the blackthorn
In sacred circles made of stone
Our magick lives in heart and bone.