Starfirehawk's Dream
Circles of wisdom,
Eyes that are wise,
Hearts of fire,
Wings of wind,
Horse's hooves thundering,
A drum's heartbeat,
A strong Gaelic voice
so pure, so sweet,
Celtic knots wound
round my wrists,
An Indian ghost lover
and midnight trysts,
Dreams of dazzling,
Magical things,
Crafting Heart Magic
with thoughts that have wings,
Soaring, wings wide over the trees,
I range, I glide upon the breeze.
A Poem by R. Flaming-Martin
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