Lady of the Lake

Lady of the Lake

By Muninn's Kiss

There are few places,

Sweet Sumner Maiden,

Where I Feel you half as much.

Soft light of fading dusk,

Reflecting off gentle waves,

Of the deep dark well of the lake.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The gentle waves rippling,

Like your hair in a gentle breeze.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The fiery sunset blazing,

Like the gold and fire of your hair.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The deep water, black and quiet,

Like the dark depths of your secrets.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The gentle breeze across water,

Your soft breath on my skin.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The waters so gentle I see a sword,

Raised up by your hand, O Lady of the Lake.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

Send your wind,

Rising across the water,

A soft breeze,

A mighty gale,

Raise the wind,

My sweet Nimue,

Lady of the Lake,

Corn Maiden,

Bringer of Wind,

Consuming fire,

The wind across your lake,

The power of your joy,

The power of your anger.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

Sweet Maiden,

My Lady of the Lake.

Howling Gale

Howling Gale
By Muninn's Kiss

A forked tongue is in the East,
She sings to my in the early Dawn,
Of the Sun's how Fire and the morning Dew,
Of red, red Rock and a howling Gale.

Her Mountains rounded, the sweetest Breasts,
Her water hidden down in the Cress,
Her light is blinding, the morning Sun,
Her hair is tossed in a howling Gale.

In the West a straight tongue sleeps,
He rises late and strongly grows,
His Mountains sharp of granite strong,
His voice a roaring, howling Gale.

His hair is Lodgepole, growing strong,
His shoulders sharp and granite strong,
From among him strong rivers flow,
And from his mouth, a howling Gale.

For Power flows from West to East,
A howling Gale that never stops,
Over Mountains and across prairie wide,
And back to Mountains, his morning Bride.

There is a union, where West meets East,
A copulation, a uniting Power,
In the valley, the very core,
Where Power blossoms forevermore.

And there is sits, the seat of Power,
Where West meets East down in the bower,
Where Northern Cold and Southern Heat,
Come together in the howling Gale.

Rustles and Whispers in the Wind (2)

Rustles and Whispers in the Wind (2)
By Muninn's Kiss

Rustles and whispers in the wind,
Speak of secrets lost long ago,
Of power and might and holy fire,
Of crafting and training and hidden light,
Of creation, destruction, and all between,
The Aspen's rustle, the secret call,
All the secrets of the world,
Of Sun and Moon and Stars above,
Of Earth and Sky and Chthonic depths,
Of Sea and Mountains and Plains between,
Of Trees and Rocks and all the Beasts,
Of Iron and Copper and Stone and Wood,
Of all the secrets known to man,
And all that's lost beyond the pall,
What's known and forgotten and known once more,
Whispers to me in the moving leaves,
And all that is and all that was,
And all that could forever be,
Is there to hear by the truest heart,
Rustles and whispers in the wind.

Rustles and Whispers in the Wind

Rustles and Whispers in the Wind
By Muninn's Kiss

Wind rushing,
A mighty roar,
But silent as the grave.

No sound itself,
No sight itself,
Only movement.

But Aspen leaves,
And Aspen groves,
Moving, rustling,
Whispering, talking.

Each leaf a single voice,
Each branch a quiet chorus,
Each tree a mighty legion.

The grove a roaring,
Rushing, soaring,
Loud yet stilling,
Calm and peace.

Constant movement,
Loud but softly,
The Aspens lull me,
To my rest.

Night's Wind

Night's Wind
By Muninn's Kiss

The dark surrounds,
Enfolds,
Fills all,
Hides all,
Secrets and mysteries,
Danger and terror,
Peace and calm.

The wind blows,
Out of the night,
Out of the darkness,
Moving hair,
Moving leaves and grass,
Pushing,
Pulling,
Something alive,
Something strong,
Like a hand,
Grabbing,
Taking,
Trying to take.

Is the wind the darkness?
Is the darkness the wind?
Dark wind,
Night’s wind,
Fair Nyx lost in shadow,
Reaching out,
Grabbing,
Taking,
Trying to take,
A wind on skin and hair,
A darkness that can be felt,
Hungry,
Consuming,
Dark wind,
Night’s wind.

I Turn

Image from A Charmed Life blog

I Turn
By Muninn's Kiss

Celeste, Selene, Luna.
Moonlight on water, wind across the waves,
Night’s sweet embrace.
I rise from the water,
Dripping, flowing, down my naked back.
Cold wind, I shiver, exposed but free.
Moonlight on water drops, my skin pale.
Peaceful night, silent, alone.
Not alone.
Eyes on me.
I turn.