in all her colors
as the sunlight
dances through the trees
i feel the magic
singing
all around me
once a majestic crow
welcomed me,
crow song dances all around
when i am in the wood;
dark wings with sweet dreams
i know they are misunderstood
just as much as i always was
we are kin and both of us have
dreams of skies where we fly free
as the judgment of others
melts away
in the wings of the sun and we are
embraced by all the magic and purity
of light in all her colors.
-linda m. crate
with a sight beyond sight
there was a red capped mushroom
which showed me a faerie
tiny little thing
soft but sharp
like the rose bush with her
soft petals and her cutting
thorns,
and you cannot help but smile
because you knew this wood was
always magic
in a world that refuses to believe
what it cannot see;
but your eyes have always
captured the beauty
and your ears the music and your
heart
the enchantments of magic that
others simply walked past
not knowing just what they were
missing.
-linda m. crate
a faerie queen
once there was
a faerie queen
she still has a part
of my heart,
her beauty was that
of pink sunsets and white roses;
her music a song no one has
ever been able to sing to me since—
sometimes there is magic
you only feel once,
and she is one of those magics;
you can never repeat—
& one would say there are other
hymns, other spells, and other
faerie queens;
and that may very well be
but there will never be another
green finch quite like her in my
lifetime
unless i meet her in the next.
-linda m. crate
I love and believe,in the magick~93
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DeleteI love the work of Linda M Crate so far so good from Lucas Zulu,South Africa
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