Pagan love

If I am able and willing to fall,

what is there to keep me afloat?

As light becomes the shadows,

am I the darkness therein?

Water flowing through my soul,

impending heart of shame,

losing the grasp on myself.

In this heart you feel before you,

am I not the one who feels you?

With a soul made from your tears,

is it not I who knows your sorrow?

Flames of desire burning my will,

striving to feel your body,

conception manifested in love.

Stars shinning light from years ago,

so is it in this moment shadows rise?

Within your blood is the life you live,

am I not the life you need to survive?

Winds calling on the tips of your wings,

where we fly into dreams alike,

realization met by discovery of our hearts.

Light seeking light beyond light,

am I the one hiding in your shade?

Love deceived by deception,

who am I if not your deceiver?

Earth embraced by the very roots we are,

sprouting up in love, light, and our fall,

springing up as one tree in like mind.

Where love and pain are you and I forever.











Johnny Newell