Druid voices whisper
The calling of the wise
She hears her voice within them
Beneath her known disguise
Ancient mystic knowledge
Her celtic roots are true
And bring her ever closer
To the druid that's in you
Of memories unfolding
Between the Then and now
Weave tapestries of mystery
That come to light, somehow
Green eyes glowing brighter
Blue eyes in the mist
Wisdom lost for ages
Too numerous to list
The doors are opened wider
As the wise man beckons...come
Teachings of the old ways
As celtic-druids, from
Calculating destiny
Written in the stars
Druid voices whisper
The future, now, is ours
*in the realms of eternity...there are places that the mind cannot even imagine. but the heart can see.
and a fine line between balance...and insanity.
the one factor...the glue....that everything in and around the cosmic spectrum are held by....is love......
mine is for always...k
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Blessed are those whose hearts pump grace and Love.
I have enjoyed this exquisite love poem.
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
love ya
Aislin of the willow
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
Have you been at the whisky again,nothing like bit of the good stuff,to clear the vision.
Love Tomas
Love you, Jo