![]() AmbientA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceWithin these meditative stone walls some magic has passed since we spoke last and I must pass this story on.
A white wolf came immediately to me- I reached to pet her as her beauty touched me deep within my soul.
But, 'No', she replied 'I do not want to be a dog, I can't be leashed But you will see me again.'
Within these same walls this summer past my son and I found a dead luna moth and he said, 'Mommy, we must take it to the garden.'
'Place it, Mommy, on this stone and set it on fire to let it's soul free' is what he said. How can this be that he should know of such a thing, I pondered.
These tender souls flitting about the herbs and weeds and grasses where I went to write each eve and every morn.
Special beings each are they one I birthed the other came to me in wonder- the first brings awe the second let noone put asunder.
But keep them safe in every place that they shall go- My love for each runs deeper still with the rising of the wind and a song I would like to send to each and everyone- true love graces do exist Mother Nature's spirits reign Supreme within our land and the Poet's hand as well as in our enchanted garden.
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2008 Author![]() Siddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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