Fly As the Phoenix

Rising from ground zero

from the ashes of the smoldering fire

The mighty Phoenix flies

that which once died

twice lives

She who has laid down her old ways

who through adversity has stood firm

is she who will find new ways to live

She who finds new ways to live

but forgets not the sacrifice she has made

is she who learns perseverance

She who walks on, each day by each day

is she who will gain her great mountain

But she who finds new ways to live

and walks on each day by each day

cherishing not only the new,

but celebrating the wisdom from the old

is she who will fly as the Phoenix

And she who does all these things

and reaches her hand out to her sister

who is still in darkness

She will rise with the new day

Ascend her mountain high

Fly as the Phoenix

And rest at peace in her soul

In the next life

~~~~~~~let it flow~~~~~~~

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Center of the Circle

In the center of the circle
Sits a sister of the night
She has come to seek a vision
On her journey towards the light

Wanting wisdom fully measured
She is waiting for a sign
From the universal cycle
Pouring out eternal life

As she meditates in silence
Songs of nature fill the air
Forest dryads sing to naiads
Softly in their whispered care

Gentle breezes brush the needles
Of the pines in winded flair
And the chirping of the crickets
Warn of trespassers who dare

When a hush comes to the midnight
All attend with breath apart
Listening closely to the message
Given slowly to the heart

As a tear trails down in shadow
Sister rises for her flight
She must now complete her journey
With her wisdom gained this night

It is not in sorrow leaving
It is wisdom's price of gold
But she'd rather give up everything
For freedom loved and told

Still she smiles in her welcome
To the dawning of the day
And the sunrise shows her colors
Gold and yellow light her way

Universal in the circle
Is the cycle of all life
Forward motion of a journey
By a sister of the night

~~Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Sister Spirit, Hear Me Calling...a song

Sister Spirit, can you hear me

I am calling out your name

Will you answer to the wind speak

When it calls to you again

Can you hear me in the winter

Through the snowflake's silent fall

Can you hear me in each new bud

As the springtime brings it's thaw

Sister Spirit hear me calling

I am calling out your name

Will you meet me in the dawning

In the place where spirits pray

When I call will you come near me

When you hear me speak your name

For you know me as I know you

I am calling you again

Can you hear it in the forest

Hear it rustling through the trees

In the waves out on the ocean

Hear me calling o'er the sea

Sister Spirit let your heart lead

For it always knows the way

To your answers to your questions

From before and for always

Sister Spirit I am calling

Will you answer to your name

You will know me in the wind speak

In the circle's centered place

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Center of the Circle

In the center of the circle
Sits a sister of the night
She has come to seek a vision
On her journey towards the light

Wanting wisdom fully measured
She is waiting for a sign
From the universal cycle
Pouring out eternal life

As she meditates in silence
Songs of nature fill the air
Forest dryads sing to naiads
Softly in their whispered care

Gentle breezes brush the needles
Of the pines in winded flair
And the chirping of the crickets
Warn of trespassers who dare

When a hush comes to the midnight
All attend with breath apart
Listening closely to the message
Given slowly to the heart

As a tear trails down in shadow
Sister rises for her flight
She must now complete her journey
With her wisdom gained this night

It is not in sorrow leaving
It is wisdom's price of gold
But she'd rather give up everything
For freedom loved and told

Still she smiles in her welcome
To the dawning of the day
And the sunrise shows her colors
Gold and yellow light her way

Universal in the circle
Is the cycle of all life
Forward motion of a journey
By a sister of the night

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Just Looking

I've had many friends in life, seems fortune smiled each day

Some came by me for just a while, and some have gone their way

My sister came to be my friend,

And then my best-est too,

For after many years of life,

She's remained tried and true

And over time I've also learned

Some values of my own

To be my own best friend is good

Especially when alone

But there is another kind of friend missing for a while

Seems nearly fifteen years have passed without a best friend's smile

And not for lack of looking, nor for lack of need

Not for lack of anything, I guess, just lack for me

But travelers do get lonely,

And sojourners feel the strain,

When years go by without a love

They sometimes cry in pain

Someone to laugh with me in spring, in summer love the sun,

To work together all year long, sharing what may come

Someone to cuddle in the night, and spoon when it gets cold

To live and love in full and lean, to grow on till we're old

So if you spy a traveler, wandering lone and free,

Who says she's looking for a friend and wants some company

If she is kind and true of heart, a friend to all she meets

If you've a love to call your own, please send her on to me

~~Flow

Flowtrvlr

©2002