The music speaks

In words that others wrote to shout the secrets of my inner world. They tell of love fallen and centuries of missing you. Ghosts haunt my sleep and call to me as I drift into dreams where you and I are together. In another time, in another world, we are one. And here in this world I want to reach you and tell you the words they speak in hidden realms.

The music speaks secret notes of creation, sounds dancing about like dragonflies fluttering around flowers. Choreographed into scenes of death and rebirth. A cycle spinning out of control like a tornado ripping through the planes leaving nothing in its path save the lone shack that provides shelter to my soul.

I sit humbled by words others write that sing conversations I wish we could have with one another. Songs that tell of how your memory lives inside me breathing echoes of our love. Your love wrapped around me like the vibration of a crescendo penetrating veils across realms. It carries me higher than the clouds my spirit rests upon.

And while you listen to Pagan Poetry know I am the pagan that writes the poetry that calls to you across time and space. Begging gods and goddesses to return you to me. My soul met yours and it was then I knew no other would be enough. How I tried to push you out, yet the music had other ideas. Singing songs that tell our story of union, separation and return.