Didst thou spy me,

Her frozen hand in mine?

Didst thou wince at my staring,

Deep into her Arctic eyes?

Didst thou tremble when I held her close to me,

And partook in her bittersweet embrace?

Didst thy alienated heart abscond to the ether’s,

When I held her spirit deep within my aching,

Lonely heart?

For she stared into my soul and mine into hers.

My soul sought its sanctuary in her arms,

And basked in her splendor.

For she hath possessed the steeple of my soul,

And embraced my pining muse.

I sought her glory and she divulged to me,

What our ancient family knew……………………..

They of the sea, the air and the terrestrial,

Are our kin.

A reality lost to the deceived and vacant of spirit,

They who roam and stalk her with craving intent.

They who’s word is spoken in selfish vanity and yearning.

They who hath defiled her,

Spurned her love and disgraced all that is holy and sacred,

Her beauty and bounty lost to oblivious souls.

But observe, there lives in the forests they of the old blood,

They who dance around the darkness of civilization,

Dart among the hedgerows of old,

They who howl at the stars and embrace,

The feminine mystery of,

Our Lady in exile,

Our Mother Earth.