Arianrhod’s Touch

Your touch was gentle.
I hardly noticed you enter within the circle of my life.
But yet you took hold of my heart,
And led me along an ancient path.
Back to the places of the Ancestors and the Old Gods.
You spun an unseen magic
That found its way into my life.
As I lay with that circle of stones, ancient and worn,
and looked up into the starry sky,
I could never have imagined
That I would see the world through your eyes.
Or touch your magical realm.
A vision of the sparkling walls of your celestial home.
Held within your divine radiance,
My Goddess of the Fates.
And yet was I not always your child waiting to be born?
Your voice murmuring in the night.
The sigh of the wind on the moor,
And within the places of the Dreaming,
Carried by the sound of the Shaman’s drum.
The many things your have shown me,
In waking and in sleep
Snatches of an ancient melody,
Steps of a timeless dance.
The weaver of the web,
Of which I am but one small strand.
Your essence flows within my veins.
Your song hidden within my dreams,
Waiting to be revealed.

Vanora