
The sun and the moon
So once again i dance alone, my midnight dance on the eve of that tide…..
A different poem for this time of year as memories manifest….
I remember that time of year
When the darkness lingered longer
Written from my true experiences….
Whispers within the landscape
A pulse vibrating
A breath
The hidden heart
On Cornwall’s moor
A needed sanctuary
When knights a travelling came
Lost in time
Out of time
Three lions roared
To leave their mark
The Dove hovers above
A blood red cross
Dimension’s change
Tis neither the beginning nor the end
Suspended forever in its own time
Tales unfold
Entwined within old ash roots
Never told
The land keeping its own counsel
Ancient eyes watch from the shadows
In recognition
Traveling pilgrims in modern dress
Also acknowledge
All gone before
Seeing within the green of the land
The sanctity of a bloodline
Secrets forever carved in stone
Spell the unspoken word
Tell an untold tale
Energies exchanged
Footprints left
Forever upon the moors
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
moon.willow@ntlworld.com
May 2021
“The truths have always been protected over the years, within this very shallow world of men; truths hidden behind tales of misadventure, tales of misdoings and tales of misdirecton, thus keeping that which needs protecting, forever secret, yet hidden totally within plain sight…”.
When the sands of time run out
When all thoughts return unto their source
When the steeple bells no longer ring at twilight
And the city lights fade into an earthly past
When the shores of time are memories
When the wave no longer breaks the shore
When the moon and sun with truths intact, just cease
In my silence on the winds I will know I loved you.
From the beginning to the end
From the new dawn to the ancient night
From high above the roar of human kind
Only one Light will shine
In the silence that surrounds you
In the becoming of my soul
In the Light I carry forwards
I will know, I will know, I will know….
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>
January 2021
‘Still chasing the tide…’
Think of me and you think of Mary
Think of Mary and there I am.
Light a candle in the dark
Feel the love
Feel the warmth
Feel the Light.
See me and you see Mary
Touch me and feel her grace.
Gather on the shores
And see with clear vision
The truth that binds us.
Look at me and see Mary
Find her in the darkness and there I shall be
“The Keeper of Scrolls” June 2016
Those moments in life when death calls
And one existence stretches seamlessly into another
Where reality unravels
And the sun and moon are no longer an illusion
Come walk with me into a world you do not know
A world where my footsteps have already marked my destiny
And my carbon echoes are writ upon times page
In energy and blood
Come walk into a time of endless night and day
A time of truth
Yet a time of lies
A time of choosing sides
Meet me on the other side
Or know me not forever
Step through death’s barrier
With earthly wisdom
And I will know thee
As thy true self
Yet wait I will not
Indulge thee never
For your true light only you must find
And if findeth not, accept that fate so given
As a traveller upon the shores of time
Just that, no more…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ November 2018