drawing symbols of my power on my skin: Boccerini~ La Musica Notturna delle Strade di Madrid ~

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

Boccerini~ La Musica Notturna delle Strade di Madrid ~

is it possible do you think to be so in love with certain music that when you hear it you feel your heart will explode?

that you could never possibly tire of it?

why do certain pieces of music do such things to our souls that they ache on hearing the first strains of it and you are not content until you sit in peace to hear it all...

3 comments:

Pixiedust said...: Thats great SD. It will be great to see you and swampy. I'm not sure how good a fair it will be though. But any how, I'll try and let you have some directions nearer the time. xxx Pixie xxx; 20 October 2008 at 19:43
Jessica S. said...: yes, yes and yes...; 20 October 2008 at 23:04
Laura B. said...: What a beautiful way to describe loving certain music. Your heart will explode. !!; 21 October 2008 at 02:44