Apr 3, 2010

A Pagan Teen's Poem

Blessed Night

When roaming,
The country side
I feel no urge
To blush and hide

When sweet daisies
Give a kiss
And spring is coming
On dove’s singing bliss

When lilies hide
There midnight wink
Where babies sigh
A gods peaceful drink

When nectar falls
From the skies
Where bees wait
To claim their prize

When roaming dreams
Like these are found
And my souls alight
Seeing this true sight

When flying free
To truly be
When you feel right
It’s a blessed night.

by Leona Underwood

1 comment:

Jacqueline said...

Nice poem, lovely imagery; I love the photo with the crescent moon.