Calli's Song...

Calli's Song



The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room

A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.

She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple

Closes her eyes and looks inside.



She walks barefoot through an ancient forest,

Of oak and ash and tangled fern.

It is dank and dark,

The trees drip with water, staining the green velvet of her dress

She laughs softly to herself,

Passing swiftly on.



She jumps across a fast-flowing stream and enters her favourite glade

Where sunlight dances through the trees

Swirling brightness crossed with shade

She sits beneath a gnarled old oak,

Feeling its silent wisdom and its strength

She smiles and settles, opens her book.



The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room

A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.

She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple

Closes her clear grey eyes and looks inside.



She walks along an ancient road, in an ancient, troubled land

And strangers stop and stare at her

A woman alone on such a path.

But she smiles and laughs and carries on.

No one knows what age she is

Where she has been or where she goes

Yet they all can sense her power, beauty and her grace.



I met her once many years ago and though she barely spoke

It made me feel filled with joy, with laughter and with hope

And when she'd rested by the road she smiled and bade farewell

She did not look back, her grey eyes fixed on other things

Further down the road





The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room

A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.

She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple

Closes her eyes and looks inside.





*This beautiful poem, or rather song was written for me by a friend, Conn Brennan. Who hails from Ireland, the home of Green!

What he has written for me is a song, a song of my soul.



Go raibh mile maith agat!



Though this post has nothing to do with the 4th of July, it does have to do

with friendship, kinship, learning and getting to know someone enough

to have meaningful conversations, sharing a bond, coming away with a soulful

understanding of another. What amazes me is that Conn wrote this knowing very little about me, but it moved me very much. In fact, I had it posted on my SU blog

with another image, the painting titled: Beata Beatrix by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, which can be viewed here: Beata Beatrix which, Conn and I both agreed fit the poem completely. Though I have since changed to this image. Yet, for months now I have wanted to paint 'The Mystic' or rather, 'Calli's Song' myself, but have been painting other things at present. One day, I hope to post this again with a painting done by me.



magical blessings to all of you, sweet gems!

~Calli



image source: GREEN_klaraslipknot