shewolfnative:
Such hand that pens such poignant treaty
’tis with aplomb she etches circle’s part
And we, orbs around her words’ and phrases’ beauty,
are pulled towards her tender heart.
Night Hope:
Your hand paints soul music
to swirl the Spirit in silk.
Your vision seeks the worthy in us all
& finds Beauty where your eyes discover
its Presence waiting.
Your gentle ways move rivers of Joy
down the mountain Path
into the plains where I sleep.
I wake, refreshed and strengthened
by the fire in my dreams, smoke tendrils
curling around your song.
shewolfnative:
Come silken shawl, your spirit to embrace
this woman whom I now call friend to me.
Within the Universe and under heaven
let Muse grant, always, her pen’s divinity.
Night Hope:
I wandered wild in the night ~
lost, yet unafraid of the darkness.
Shadows wavered, revealing
the golden glow of sustenance
& substance
under moonlight’s glistening;
it was your Spirit,
sent to protect me,
to help guide me Home.
shewolfnative:
but in that wandering, upon a moonshot spot
came you to this spirit who had been alone
for a comrade in the cause of words
and gave her heart a home
Just Rob:
When two doves fly by words entwined
the winds flow strong with iron and lace
As God’s breath sings through northern pine
music is formed by woman’s grace
When northern drums and western plains
syncronise in lifting mother’s song
a man will listen, attempt to gain
a path to join them; to belong
Night Hope:
Woman is sculpted by man’s desire,
clay caressed by gentle hands ~
created from the breath of fire,
their souls connect; he understands.
While northern winds persuade the night,
the moon blushes with silvery song ~
Darkness cannot hide the Light
of one who will e’er belong…
Just Rob:
But ‘neath the light of magic moon
a lonesome warrior must hold fast
to fantasy of distant arms, the boon
of tasting Sweet pea, at last.
And there to share the breath of hope
and sing the psalms of kindness, blessed
by silken bonds of softest rope
to put her to the feather’s test.
Night Hope:
Underneath the silent sky,
poems are exhaled, not made ~
Ours is not to question why
we echo freely this soft parade.
There is no need to be alone ~
Love flies swiftly on the wing.
Hearts are heavier than stone
Until fiery voices meld & sing.
shewolfnative:
And here upon the wild and wildered place,
if such love as this is found
then we have met and met again
as the circle dances round.
A man, a woman, a sister,hand in hand
these words to give unbeliever’s cause
to know, indeed there’s more to this
than bent sorrow in friendship’s pause.
Reach out my friends, allow to know
such rich and dearest spirits’ kind.
It must be said, wherein we’ve found
Tis this the greatest richest find.
Just Rob:
Across the miles the spirits meld
as poets join in rhythms shared
These friendships form as fortunes held
in circles formed by those who care
Sisters fly like eagle and dove ~
share four winds with strident bard
A perfect, innocent sort of love
softens a world grown stiff ~
grown hard
~ October 28, 2006
9 a.m. - 3:20 p.m.
Tags: Poems, Rob's Writing, Wanda Lea's Writing by Shewolf
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