Beltane

©Woodlandmusic2000
Reprinted with Permission

Beneath the twinkling skies
A forest filled with eyes,
Faces in the trees,
The wood is alive,

By the juniper roots,
A doorway is shown,
As the springtime primrose,
Touches the stone,

The ravens are crowing,
In the windswept field,
Mysteries are growing,
As fast as they're revealed,

The gift of forgetting,
Such sorrowful deeds,
The joy of remembering,
The wind amongst the reeds,

All the ghosts are gay to gather,
When the host welcomes them in,
And who's to refuse,
The company of friends,

For the kin we are seeking,
Have been here all along,
May the circle be strong,
Let the wood be filled with song…

On Beltane night,
Amidst the candlelight,
Dancing figures,
Gathered in our sight,

Fleeting visions,
In the beating of wings,
That we might see
The soul in everything that is…

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