Soft melodies played from a golden harp,
Ancient secrets whispered in my ear,
Sitting in my inner grove,
My spirit guide is here
A long gray robe and long white hair,
A long white beard as well,
An ancient Druid or an ancestor?
That I cannot tell
He is my guide through inner journeys,
He never ventures far from me,
I need never search hard for him,
In my grove he’ll always be
--by LadyOfTheTrees (me)
NOTE: I submitted this poem to Touchstone so keep your eyes in peeled in the event that it gets printed
