As the moon rises to rest
in its rightful place.
Th e stars shinning bright
humming to an unsung song.
Spirits rise to the fullest
wanting to be set free.
Roaming the world
with the power that only
some people understand.
Most of the human race
has no idea what lays beyond
them in this world.
As we stand gathered in a circle
only we can feel the true power
that lies within.
Calling our circle
that we stand in for protection
and power the spirits fl ow through
and with us.
As we send our chants up to the sky
the power rises to its fullest.
which is unbelievable.
As we finish and say our
closing of the circle
we feel the power and spirits evade us.
Some think about what we do as devil worshiping,
yet to us it’s our religion.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Best wishes, Diana..
Ron