The Hare’s Song

hare by ellen jewett-5

(image by Ellen Jewett)

My eye is a dark mirror for my Beloved; my face a sun flower of the  night, charting her passing and changes. The winds are sights from my heart, longing for her light. Long ears have I, to listen to her silent voice. And she speaks, oh she speaks. In beams of white across the loch she speaks; in glowing dew across the grass; in a pond of iridescent clouds above, on the sky, where she floats amid the stars. And I ache for her, for those days when I lied across her lap, when her hand caressed my soul with her song of light. I know the day will come when I’ll go back, to her, to her temple of wisdom, to her cauldron of storms and tides. I’m going back to my Beloved’s arms and I shall hear her eternal lullaby; her love song, her enchantress chant; her Bardic poem, her warrior hymn before the war.

Oh, how she speaks, across the grasslands, my Beloved. She lights the lonely room of the forgotten one and guides the sailor across the treacherous lake. She blesses the lovers in their embrace and paints fairies on the baby’s eyes. My Mistress dances in the woods with the Horned One and sits and speaks the philosophy of the ages with druids, crones saints and sages. She spreads sweet dew on leaves for the beetle and the sparrow to drink. She rises the sea and inner waters of the mind.

My Beloved is teacher to all who hear. She hallows all wombs and raises women to their celestial rights. My Beloved is comforter and friend, and opens the gates for dreams that may one day come to pass. She is the Goddess of imagination and imagination is the country of all that is to be. Look, how she shines, how she weaves a tapestry in the silky veins of trees to make flowers grow. My Beloved is a magnolia in the sky, her milkiness nourishing souls and hearts of all who call themselves her children.

How beautiful she is, my Beloved. Her only presence is all I need to gather inner light, for one more day, for one more fight, for one more run, for one more triumph, for one more coming home. She is all I need. My Beloved

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