Robert McGuiness

I have been long on the soft Summer Lands and I miss the wild places where the wind sings the song of my soul. Where the land beneath my feet stretches back through time connecting me to all those women that have stood on the granite before me and know my true name. I long to be where the Merlin kii-ki-kee's its acknowledgement of my pain and the soft ling cushions my head whilst the fronds of the bracken gently stroke away my tears.

Oh Mother, I am a child of the wild places, their currents run through my veins and though I am tempered by their moods and give thanks for the lessons of this lonely path, their trials, they cleave me asunder and divide and divide me until, unknowing, I am no more.
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Oh, let the black sky wrap its mantle around me. Let the night fall and I be consumed by the darkness that I, even in my strength, cannot hold back. In the nothingness of my unknowing, let me sleep. 

Then let me wake I pray, in the shining brightness of a new day, where the Power of your Darkness, brings the Might of your Light. only then, might I be joined together with thee as One and only then, in the Light, Will I Know. 

​For Sue. 

©Morgana West