.ೋೋ..LADY OF THE FORREST GROVES..ೋೋ

[ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።]

.ೋೋ..LADY OF THE FORREST GROVES..ೋೋ

Her silhouette in rose pale tones, silvered light and ebony etched
In a gown of silk screened needle work
she gleams with the silvered light almost invisible
with her hair swirling in the evenings mist
following clues to find our next secret meeting place
on a path full of magical patterns one simply cannot ignore
A whisper in the sky, a roaring in the earth; a ripple of water, a fire in the heart
she sings within them I have heard as I watch on as a silent spectator since eons past
she represents thus like that of the Goddess of Sovereignty Pele
She is quiet and her life appears full of sorrow
and yet I have seen her spinners of fate which I do relate to a Silver Wheel

with its significance to the trees, creation of  tinsel webs & conjuring's of the insect life..

As she reads the leaf based alphabet only read by touch..
She is not of the earth but she is the earth..

I have feet that carry me over mountains
as things are, or they are not .... yet many things fall between, still tumbling
As I unwind her solemn twine, wipe the slate clean & let the silk scatter on the forest floor, done......
Let me bathe in your beauty and mystical visage, like a filament in a glowing lantern at night casting its shadows on the lake & trees that make them sway..

In the stillness of this night, when the world slumbers and the moon casts its gentle glow, a different realm awakens.

Here, in the quiet embrace of darkness, whispers of the past and dreams of the future intertwine, crafting stories that only the shadows can tell.

The shadows dance to a silent symphony, their movements fluid and graceful. They are the keepers of secrets, the guardians of forgotten memories. Each shadow holds a tale, a fragment of a life lived in the light, now residing in the twilight of remembrance..

Let me breath in a bonded silent dance with you...keeping the pace as I find the path of my calling ..
and let me brush the sleep from your eyelash's with gentle fingers while I watch the rhythm of your breath in the dawns morning rays as it rises from the mountain tops above us..
let us converse with conviction and dedication with nature & communicate within these spirit realms..

Then pull on the massive red chain of runes to spell out our song to wake up the leaves..

Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ..aka Reɪvən ღ

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