On top of a hill

so knee high in wheat

where pigeons fly free

and the air is so sweet

There sits an old wagon

of wood and hard steel

that rings of  the old times

when people could feel

The moon soars over

as the night gathers round

your soul is a tingle

so clear is the sound

You're so all alone

and still yet so full

of the beauty and wonder

of this world so old

I have stood before you

in the shelter of the sky

and seen the stars like lightning

flashing from your eyes

I have lain with you in darkness

and felt the burning of your fire

heard your words of sweet intent

and longed to take you higher

I have raced with you across the fields

and chased the clouds above

and felt as if the moon would fall

if you should speak of love

Ravenwolfshadow  (2004)

iT IS MY CUSTOM ON IMBOLC TO GIVE SOMETHING OF MYSELF TO MY FRIENDS AND OTHERS AROUND ME. tHE POEM IS THAT ITEM. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.

I'M AN OLD TIME PAGAN WHO HAS STUDIED SHAMANISM, WITCHCRAFT, DRUIDISM, AND SOME OTHER LESSOR KNOWN WAYS OF LIFE -- I AM A HEREDITARY SHAMAN OF A CLAN IN THE NORTHWEST.  I SAY I AM AN OlD TIME PAGAN BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN STUDYING THE WAYS OF THE SHAMAN IN PARTICULAR, AND MANY OTHERS FOR THE GREATER PORTION OF MY LIFE -- I WAS BORN A SHAMAN AND TRAINED IN THE WAYS OF A WITCH AT A VERY EARLY AGE. I JUST DON'T KNOWANY OTHER WAY -- AND I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.