So proud, and pure, and free!

 

Oh what a wonderful feeling to be the wild thing of the woods….. yes.

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 “O, like a queen’s her happy tread ,

And  like a queen’s her golden head!

But O, at last, when all is said ,

Her woman’s heart for me!

We wandered where the river gleamed

‘Neath oaks that mused and pines that dreamed.

A wild thing of the woods she seemed,

So proud, and pure, and free!

All heaven drew nigh to hear her sing,

When from her lips her soul took wing;

The oaks forgot their pondering,

The pines their reverie.

And O, her happy, queenly tread,

And, O her queenly golden head!

But O, her heart, when al is said,

Her woman’s heart for me! “

“Song”  by William Watson

My mix on crossfader inspired by this Poem. https://www.crossfader.fm/mixes/so-proud-and-pure-and-free-thank-you-and-your-welcome-np/

My Beloved Lives Within Thee,

There Is where my beloveds breath be near thee

“My mind lyrically writing the movements of my breath.

Noticing the unseen to the unaware.

Feeling the need to pen each and every scene which flashes through my mind.

Knowing, I am almost near “thee”.

“There” is the spot I feel

Pulling me near

Seeing the vision intended for truly only one, which is me

Beauty gnaws at me

For what I see

For what is this intended for, shouldn’t

All beauty radiate into the very matter of our core.

Filling the empty space within our breath.

We who share this very unworldly air.

Emerging with any and all who feel upon with knowing.

This might just be worth showing.

Right where it sleeps.

Through the shattered and hidden place of me.

Showing all the folds of me.

The pain of the void in which we see.

It touches the most inner part of me

Dark and twisting it rests

Waiting to be seen.

Light causes such unraveling.

Release of our breath.

Pens the most beautiful dark depths of me

Sending you on a  journey through my memories

Pulling and molding the essence of you through me

Waiting to yield the most tender of thee

Sharing the story of which we, “My Love”

Are meant to be

Flowing forever endlessly

Creating thee story in which maybe, just maybe

Others may see, just how sweet a pure Love can be

Freshly levitating to the eye of me

Allowing you to see all that could be

Some may call Destiny

But this is just the most inner part of me

Releasing not only one

But so much more of me

Waiting for your breath

To be penned within the beauty of  me

Holding an abundance of acceptance of Thee

For my Trust

My Love

You Did see

Allowing to be created

All I see.

The Love that lives in me.”

-sweetlyfiercesoul