Freya

How could I forget

Time it’s movent
The ebb and flow of
Mystic Mystical realities
Circle and flow
Over and Under
Recycling motion

Kindred spiritual nuance
Your name
Your essence
Your magickal wonder
Shards of reflection
Pierce the cobalt veil
Of this consciousness
and dispensation at hand

For
I am humbled
I am honoured
To again be in the presence
Of such a guilded warrior

Do you remember
Charting the stars
Laughing together
Beneath forgotten constellations

Time respectfully freezes
In moments like these
A breath of communion
For an instant that
Lasts for ever
… and ever more

Emerald pools glean deep
with Hints of golden rays
Mirroring the beauty
Deep within your eyes
The majesty of royal desire

The goddess of fertility of
Love Battle and Death
And you
are even More

Nothing less than evocation
An answer to a lost blessing
It is you
That holds the keys to the
Divinity that has always been
Rightfully yours

And who am I
But the shadow
Conjuring the fairest
deity muse of creation
A harbinger of spring
painting the eternal sky
Brilliant neon made
from dreams
that slips away into
the coming night

Freya of the throne
bares the crown
and throws the bones
Ancient spirits whispering
Secrets of the bloodstone

Courtyard festivals
Megalithic rituals
Virgin maidens sing songs
As offerings to their
Queen