and smile my smile,
I think of you,
and travel the miles.
So long ago,
in the time before,
I know that I sat,
upon your shore.

Your eyes speak clearly,
to my heart so dearly.
My longing gaze,
spans a lifetime of days.

So far away,
until today.
The sun has risen,
and to me has given,
the joy that is your smile.

I searched for you,
and will be true,
No matter the distance,
nor the time or age.

To me you have given,
more than I asked.
My heart has listened,
and accepted this task.

My life again I will give,
to a love that has spanned,
space and time.
My love again I will give,
to the woman in my rhyme.

-GreyWolf WindWalker-
Used with permission

You are what we wake to:
the deep hunger of gnarled cedar roots
drinking deep the water of the earth.
You are the alert peace of the heron
hiding its danger inside stunning grace,
the lifting of water into air,
the movement of light into dark.
You are the hope of spring green grass,
the reminder in long dark cozy nights,
the storied winter, the thirst of salt,
the falling in rain.

You are the dance, the sting of the bee,
the holy breath lifted by the flash in a lovers eye.
You are the beauty gathered in the soaring hawk,
the blush in the evening sky lingering
like the taste of wine clinging
to the sides of the glass.

-David Bryen 1998-
Used with permission

As you approach this large body of water,
smelling the fresh salty air,
three nights before the Full Moon,
‘Tis a perfectly clear night,
You can clearly see across the ocean water.
The stars are as visible as if
they were in your hands,

you get closer to the water-shore,
you feel an ocean breeze throw your hair.
“They show there Presence”
By the moon starring down at you,

And your body tingling from head to toe.

“Could this be the sign of Protection and Wisdom,
you were looking for?”

You watch the water flowing smooth and gently,
Across the sands of knowledge.
The water is flowing in like a music pattern being played,
and at the end of the song,Imagine yourself
three nights after the Full Moon!

When I sleep, and I dream of a long-ago time
When battles were fought for neither reason nor rhyme,

I see many scenes rather vividly
Of warriors celebrating their victory,

The greatest of warriors were strong and free
Their hearts were of lions, filled with savagery,

With honor and pride, these warriors would decree
"I would gladly give my life for clan and country!",

On the field would they fight with axe, and with sword
Undaunted by the size of the oncoming horde,

Even the wise, the Elders, those considered most sage
Were filled with the power of the berserker rage,

That power that lies deep within us all
That is freed by the sound of the warrior's call,

Without fear, they would wade knee-deep into battle
Slaughtering their enemy like a herd of cattle,

With the stroke of a sword, or the slash of a knife
Sometimes a brave warrior would lose his life,

But even in the throes of death
One thing would he do, with his last dying breath,

The number of the enemy he, alone, had slain
He would count once, then count once again,

If the count were high, then he smiled with glee
For, even in death, he had found victory,

Odin's name would he call, or Thor's, if need be With one request only, "Send down a Valkyrie!",

A warrior would die happy in the midst of the fight
For, finally, he could see the Valkyries in flight,

Warriors would die, their hearts filled with glee
If they knew the next sight would be that of a Valkyrie,

One dream, one goal, from boyhood to man
To see these winged women from Valhalla first-hand,

With gossamer wings, like those of a dove
These women would descend from Valhalla above,

Of unequalled beauty these women of Valhalla must be
For so many warriors to give their lives just to see,

In battle not tested, swords never faced
I lie in my bed, feeling sad and disgraced,

In my sleep do I toss, and I turn, and I cry
For I fear I never will see these women from on high,

I wake from my slumber, with a shock and a start
For I have heard the sound of my own breaking heart,

I long to gaze at such wondrous beauty
That could fill a dying warriors heart with glee,

I feel a movement in the bed, and then it subsides
I turn my head to look, and my eyes open wide,

Then my heart feels like that of a warrior-born
All sadness and sorrow from inside has been shorn,

Then my heart beats faster, and fills up with glee
As I gaze at the wondrous beauty of MY Valkyrie.