Calliope

Wands of sage buds burn;

towers of the waxing wane.

Cries of wolves, turn

the flows of heartspace lain

The lion and the doe

channel forth the waves;

For whom shall know,

when their hands shall commence.

Were they to shift,

upon further realms?

We look to our roads,

which our Mother helms.

 

Reviews

[Windy]

You definatly have the knack for writing. You put such imagery into it that it comes alive whether it be sage burning or wolves cries and you have great flow and rythem (tyring to spell ?? the word that goes with music here sorry lol) another great job. ;)

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Reminds me of the American Indians. Beautiful writing!