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Saturday, 4 July 2015

The Star Folks

The Star Folks

Hi dear friends and followers, I would like you to join me today on a discovery of magic of love and romance
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Two beams of crystal light come to Earth from the heavens,

spiraling and intertwining, like two lovers in a celestial dance.

Two hearts joined by the constellation, of the myriad of stars above;

with the silver cast by the moon do they glow!

They illuminate the meadow with a light all their own.

Two lovers, not far away, watch in fascination.

Never have they witnessed such a magnificent display,

of such dazzling, dancing, living light.

As they sat and gazed, the twinkling diamond dust fell
upon them so gently; it gave them a tingle!

Their eyes found the stars in each other's eyes that night,

and the air around them filled with tiny twinkling stars!

A voice, one not heard, but felt in their hearts,

spoke like a poem to each of theirs, paired:

“Listen,” the gods and goddesses whispered!

“What is love? Do you truly know it's depth?”

“The stars twinkle indifferently

until a sincere heart speaks to them.

Then gently we will come forth,

if you are true of heart in your wish.”

“When love is pure and true, there is no status;

all are equal when the request comes sincerely

from the joined hearts of those in love.”

“Rich or poor does not matter when in love.

The light embraces this auspicious moment.”

“We will also come to the call of the heart

laden with the sadness and despair

of a love that has failed;

but two souls meant to be

will share eternity in celestial bliss

in a world owned by the stars.”

an unfortunate turn of events can collapse

the stars that are there on your horizon.

During times that the stars are hidden in darkness,

as they are hidden in clouds of despair.

These are times of trial to test our strengths

and probe our weaknesses,

only to reveal once again how beautiful

the stars are when the darkness subsides,
and once again they are revealed to us.

Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt

just as they now dance, spiral and pirouette

in the meadow before us.

Taking notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat.

In a flash, just as quickly as they appeared,

they spiral upwards sparkling brightly once more,

into the heavens to rejoin their kin.
Stars may fall every evening you look for them.

You see their flash when they are entering the atmosphere,

seeping through the soul, making love a part of light.

“Illusion of permanence,” you might say?

I have seen them often

on a dark starlight night.

They come to share love and harmony

among lovers and the romantic alike,

like fireflies flaring up as they dance

through the darkness of night;

like tiny stars blinking in the night air.

Composed by Cynthia©


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ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

Friday, 3 July 2015

Fairies In my backyard


Fairies In my backyard

HI my dear friends and followers. Toaday I would like to share with you another poem about one of my own childhood mystical experiences.
  
In the place where I grew up,

the backyard was like an island,

surrounded by a thick forest.

That forest was my playground

where I spent most of my time as a child,

right up into my grown up years.

That is where I had my furry friends and my feathered friends.

We played all day chasing each other in the forest.

I was a loner among children and I preferred it that way.

The forest was my magic land, my domain,

where I would sit on a huge stump and for a time

become the queen of the forest.

There were fairies in my forest kingdom.

But then, the kingdom was never solely my own.

I shared this domain with my fairy friends.

I met them when I was about six years old.

That was my first experience with the fairies.

Three of them came to my forest domain;

two girls of about seven and nine,

and one boy just a bit younger than I.

They looked the same as I, and just as real,

but about them was a glow that no others had.

We would talk and play in the woods for hours.

I never found a reason to question their presence

or where they would go when I had to go home.

They were my very special friends who played with me

and that was enough to make me happy.

The girls' hair was brown, the boy's a golden yellow.

Their wings, or what I took for wings,

were brightly luminescent in the sun as we played,

and their clothing so pretty that it sparkled in the light!

To me, they came from nowhere but the forest, I presumed;

their home was in the things that grew all around me.

In my later years I better understood why

those who told stories of the wee folk

claimed that they lived in the trees.

They could have come from the plant pots

that leaned against the garden shed;

they may very well have taken the fallen leaves

and used them for their fairy beds.

They loved to laugh and dance to merry tunes,

as the birds sang in the trees;

and sometimes gentle breeze played its own music

among the needles of the pine and the leaves of the other trees.

But as I grew older I found other playmates.

The fairies sat down with me and told me that they could no longer stay,

For I would be moving on now, to make friends of my own.

But now they have returned,

Never again to be far away.

Composed by Cynthia©


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ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ


Wednesday, 1 July 2015

A Few Words About Change

A Few Words About Change

Hi dear friends and followers, today I have another poem for you, I hope you will enjoy. Thank you for visiting my blog
Oh how we dread change,
Usually Means for change
not just a change in our lifestyle,
But Also to change w
ithin 
our Being;
changing our understandings, beliefs,
and perceptions of life.
Changing our beliefs does not come easily.
Often we will struggle and fight change,
That thinking we are making our lives a better place to be.
To become happy will take strength.
You can not give up;
you must keep moving forward,
Until you succeed.
Hope for a better future requires Also
that you 'to leave the past behind,
tortured heal from your past,
learn from it, and move on
like a great warrior with wings of light.
Believe That You Can Fly,
That you can make it this time
without falling back down into the darkness.
Step by tiny step, bit by tiny bit,
with great courage you can fly!
No great magic here except for the belief
That you keep in your heart.
It's all up to you, my Beloved Friend.


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Monday, 29 June 2015

Magical Island

Magical Island

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I have a dream and fantasy poem for you, who's to say, maybe dreams and fantasies are more real than you think. Enjoy the poem, thank you 

When night falls and the moon rises,
and the stars brighten and twinkle
like tiny diamonds,
sparkling from horizon to horizon,
I lie on my bed,
comfy, cozy, and warm.
I stare out the window
as the lace curtains flutter
on the pleasant zephyrs of the night.
I lie on my side and relax my eyes;
they slowly close, I cannot fight.
I await my sleep, but not for long.
With my dreamer's eyes open I find myself drifting,
slowly sailing, as though on a cloud.
Happily I allow myself to go with the currents;
I do not know where, nor do I mind.
With joyful heat I float in this stream
as it takes me into another reality.
I have entered a land of dreamer's fantasies,
of places never seen before, to them I go.
My conscious mind feels fuzzy, gone numb;
I am no longer in the same reality
as I had been when I first laid in my bed.
What pleasures and delights these fantasies be!
I now have a power that only in dreams can be
as I discover that whatever I think,
what was but a fantasy or dream in my world,
is whatever reality I wish for in this one!
Such a dreamy ability given to me!
Where will it take me? Who can I be?
I am now on a dreamer's island.
It's not made of rocks and covered with dirt;
it's more like a cloud island, so luxuriously soft.
Bright and shiny it is, with forests emerald green,
and the sweetest music played by a band not seen.
Soft with aromas that rise,
like none I have experienced;
this night in this rainbow paradise
I am floating, and floating, and loving it all.
In this dreamland, I see the night sky
once again, and the stars are not stars;
now I see so many fireflies, flying so high,
and there, too, the fairies dance with them!
Then I think to myself, “What a splendid dream!”
During my waking hours I had always thought,
“Wow! It would be so nice to be a little fairy!
And to fly high among the stars so bright;
a magical little fairy flying with the fireflies!”
Then I think of you on summer nights
and how much nicer it would be
if you were a little fairy, too,
on an island that floats like a magical cloud!
We could fly everywhere on this beautiful island,
leave our cares and worries behind,
and just be carefree and joyful.
This mystical island we would illuminate,
with our magical fairy lights!
So beautiful would this magic be,
both of us always together, happily,
lighting up this cloud island
for other other fantasy dreamers to see.

Composed by Cynthia


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