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The poems here were all written by me. These were also published at the "Witches' Voice" - Pagan: Poetry & Prose under the name of "Willowmoon Nightsky" (that's me). If you like them, you have my permission to add them to your page but please leave the copyright on my name as the author. I will be adding more. Thanks & enjoy!

Mystic Realm
©2006 Willow Magik

In the midst of the enchanting deep forest
My soul lingered freely at twilight,
Under the luminous phenomenon
The dense growth from mother earth,
Whispered wisdom from within.

In the midst of the bewitching deep forest
When the sun was below the horizon,
My soul was overwhelmed and fascinated
The gentle breeze, like a rhythm of a chime,
My entire existence fluttered wildly.

In the midst of the mystical deep forest
My soul gazed into the deepest vision,
Little glimpse of light as a brilliant gem
Spirited shadows of vivid shades,
Passing swiftly, vanishing quickly.

In the midst of the magical deep forest
My soul ascend to the air, traveled with wings,
Brought brightness and transformation
And the wonder of enchantment and magic,
To see through life’s illusions and find true visions.

Beneath the weeping willow tree
I gaze into the darkness,
The silver clouds gathered
As the moon came to her fullest,
Reflecting my spirit gently with serenity.
While sitting still beneath the weeping willow tree,
I hear the whispering sound of the wind
The gentle nurturance of solitude,
I rise like a fountain
Pulling up energy from deep within the earth,
Spouting up and over the sides.
Then suddenly, a memory came flooding back
I saw my spirit from time long past,
My spirit is restless, I scream...
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!
Hail and Welcome, be here with me
Unlock the mysteries and secrets of one’s heart,
Sweep away my tears and sorrow
And protect my spirit in place.
Now that my spirit is at peace,
In the breathtaking Summer Land
Beneath the weeping willow tree,
I sit still in eternal tranquility
And she whispered “rest, dear one.”
I thank thee...Hail and Farewell!