(Poem of the Week) A thought blows in I take a breath Wonderin’ where he is There’s just somethin’ about that man Dancing eyes—wicked grin— I’d love to hear that southern voice and carry it on this wind— My fire burns beneath this Autumn moon With a flower in my hair I’m thinkin’ about You Whispering kisses, I call you to me Make me your favorite dream See me Hear me Watch the wind flying around me Give it a try Open your eyes Baby Come and get me. —Celia Blake All rights res

A self portrait in words. "She knows true love is divine unchanging and fluid like a still river, a Goddess, an ancestor, a Druid."

Silent swimmer Your old soul frightens me Behind your eyes an ocean of possibilities— I cry for you, keeper of secrets, as you watch, wait, snatch the next memory. Twice you swallowed the clock Leaving me in Neverland to bask in the sun far from you, fierce one... You... smiling at my mischief Wind in our hair feet in the air Blazing kindred spirits Oh, what delight! What existence! As I gaze into crystal waters I see you now, wise one— primal power. Your hatchlings growing b