Wiccan Girl.

One day i was walking, through the forest.
It was nearing the end, of a summers day.
When i came across, an amazing sight.
That took my breath away.

I saw a girl with Wiccan charms.
And eyes of sparkling green.
The blackest hair.
The reddest lips.
The most beautiful,i had ever seen.

She danced around a balefire.
With flowers in her hair.
And as she whirled, around the flame.
Scattered stardust every where.

She sang a song.
Of the earth and moon.
And of the wind and rain.
Also about water and fire.
As she danced around the flame.

Her singing and dancing,amazed me.
Ever moment i watched,felt less real.
I was enchanted by this vision.
So incredible beautiful surreal.

And as i stepped ,from behind an oak.
She stopped and looked at me.
And with a smile,these words she spoke.
Come dance and keep me company.

Well i joined her around the fire.
And danced until ,we could dance no more.
When we sat down so closely.
Upon that forest floor.

Where we did talk ,of natures many things.
Like the flower's and the tree's.
Of mice and owl's,and honey bee's.
And how beautiful a nightingale sings.

After a while,I asked her name.
She again did smile at me.
And put her fingers to my lips.
Then kissed me tenderly.

She tasted of the forest fruits.
As sweet as sweet could be.
And with words so soft,and full of love.
She gently said to me.

If you promise to give ,your heart to me.
I will gladly give my love.
A love to match all your desires.
That you will remember, for all eternity.

Well i promised her, my heart completely.
And she gladly gave her love.
Until we both fell asleep together.
With the green forest boughs above.

And as i stirred from my slumber.
I found i was all alone.
Only a pile of balefire ashes.
To remind me of what i had known.

Well i searched for an age in that forest.
And i knew deep down, that she was gone.
And that i would never ever, see her again.
Or hear that Wiccan song.

Well i left that forest a broken man.
With no heart for love to fill.
For i had given it all away.
When i promised it to that forest girl.

So if you ever see a man in the forest.
Just remember my sorry tale.
Because it could be me searching.
For my heart and that Wiccan girl.

 

I really liked this poem because I could picture everything so clearly in my mind. The fire, the girl, the forest.... Very nice.

 

this reminds me of things..... i miss them..

 

just lovly, you really have a talent, so wonderfully beautifull and sad and just wow.