the Celtic bards:
Expressions of love
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The Hug
When
life is tough The Hug
What is love?
If love is the sun then let me shine on all things down below.
If
love is the grape then let me be the wine to
be drunk so sure and slow.
If
love is an ocean let me try to swim
through waves so strong.
If
love is an eagle let me fly till
the light of day has gone.
If
love is the grass then let me grow far
through the soft brown earth.
If
love is wisdom let me know the depth of
its true worth.
If
love is a letter then let me write the
words so sweet and true.
If
love is a battle then let me fight to
always be loved by you.
Sally-Ann
I Can Feel Your
Love
I can feel your love Just blowing in the wind I reach out and grasp it You know you can come in
I can feel your love It strengthens my spirit It feels so natural That I do not fear it
I can feel your love It spirals around I sense your presence With my feet on the ground
I can feel your love My heart is so warm I’ve never felt better A birth of a new dawn
I can feel your love It comforts my soul I felt nothing warmer You make me feel whole
I can feel your love You’ve blown me away A vision before me Is a handfasting day
I can feel your love It came at the right time A shared love for soul mates And now you are mine
Alwyn |
If I Could Tell
If I could tell you now how I feel Would you know what I meant? You have filled my heart with a beautiful love I knew that you were heaven sent
If I could tell you now what I see Would you think about the image I share? If I opened my heart to your receptive mind Would you think about how much I care?
If I bared my soul with all that I own Would you see that I was just for you? If I could tell you everything You would see that our love was true
Emotion by
the Ocean
My love for you
expands beyond the limits of all realms
As the ocean waves before me crash and overwhelm
My emotions as I
think about how far you are away
My thoughts are there
beside you as I wonder what you'd say
If I shared my inner
feelings which centre upon you
A love that's ever
growing and a love that's ever true
I listen to the
waters as the tide brings in the truth
I need no further
confirmation as your love for me is proof
For when we are
together again you nourish my very soul
If only you knew how
much I cared that you make me feel so whole
The rising sea mist
engulfs my vision as I look out across the sea
But my heart beats to
the tune of love as I think of you and me
For nothing will come
between us when we share our love and lives
If I listen very
carefully I hear your voice that cries
And I know the ocean
lies between us in the murky mists of time
And I will still be
here waiting for the day that you are mine
Alwyn
Lovers Tryst
The lovers meet in the shrouded mist Cloaking their soft footsteps laid down behind hurried feet In the veils of mist and heather the goddess whispers the wind to part And sweet sun shines to burn away the early morning fog Warming the backs of the lovers in the green rolling land They embrace and touch as their moments fleet away When the clouds have retreated to the oceans churning voice And over the mountains the mist mixes salt spray of water on rocks Seagulls gliding over thermal currents of the air Calling the song of fish reels in the spiraling dance of white diving arrows The mournful cry of the seals barking in the basking sun And playful otters slide and twist in the kelp of a calm anchored shore The lovers embracing with visions of each other in happiness To the tides they caress their vows of love for future The peat smoke rises from a far away cobblestone hut Suggesting the children that grow from the union of blessing While passing tide merges with the cool morning air The spirits grow restless and ride over the midday clouds building tall white peaks On their steeds they pick up and throw the spears of lightening to the distant mountain tops Hoping from tree to tree in the cadence of rain that splashes in they rhythm of a drum The rain springing from their feet that resounded in thunder Echoing through the air announcing the time of lovers pair to part with alarming bell Their faces flash red in the wake of the lightening dance Looking up in awesome wonder they gaze into the tumultuous maze Then shaken from their visions they look to the ground for their bearings To
each others eyes to see their ties and the band they have bound by
their Their faces mirrors into the soul of new found love Their hands entwined into the knot that binds them together Their lips speaking of the kiss seating their voices as that storm had gathered To
their leave they walk with the voices cracking in the night growing
for the Into the mists which gathered and birthed their souls into human form They are submerged again by the clouds that lead them to the meeting place Back to the slumbering homes through the rains that pour down from the mountain spirits Singing fertility to the land of green and bouquets of heather to the hand for a kiss of the lovers tryst.
Audie
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What Love Is
It is like an immense cloud,
piling, building, and looming overhead. There is no storm warning, no laugh of delight as the
soft drizzle turns to a shower in
the desert. It hits like a thunderbolt, with
the distant echoes of the clouds clashing. The rain pours in sheets. To the flesh, love rains down in stinging pinpricks -
the skin tingles when they are
near. Love can be dangerous like
lightening, delicate like the soft wind that follows, cold like the
rain, or beautiful in the distant flashes of the night sky. Who is to say love is not just one of these, or all? There are different kinds of love. There is the love one has for a
parent or family member, the love of friends, of animals or pets, of
object, but the love of man and woman intimately or secretly is most
often expressed. This love knows no bounds. It is wholly different from the
rest. It reflects the nature of the
individual, and their search for a perfect mate. Love is called many different
things, and has assumed levels. Immature and puppy love usually
doesn't last, but it’s a good feeling to have while its around. All of the sudden they are with
you, every cell of their being is exciting. To be closer would be a dream. If only they would look over their
shoulder, see you, go out with you, love you. But unfortunately, the love or
lust turns cold. They aren't as interesting, the
attraction is lost, and eventually they become discarded in the course
of a new love. But sometimes that love is not of
another person. You find that within yourself. Like the rains that come to the
desert, you are the cactus flower blooming. Seeing yourself for the first time
as a person who is just as beautiful without. Then the bees come, the birds
admiring your beauty, the love comes to you because you love yourself. You become part of that storm,
part of the billowing emotions that overlap all that you have
experienced before. And you can see the landscape like
a bird riding on the thermals of your freedom. And you can choose to be
accompanied in song and in thunder by a fellow streak of lightning and
let the lover’s chord echo across the glade. Such is love, in the heart of a
dreamer. Audie
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