Sidhewolf’s Poetry - The Fire
Ξ September 2nd, 2007 | → | ∇ Goddess |
When you were
a young lover
In your first throws
of passion
You went to places
with your lover
Experimented
in Wonderland
with the flame
of candles
dancing to your
amusement
You were not prepared
for what was to come
Not ready for the harsh
reality
that would shape you
and shift you
and wound you
and … burn you
Now it is forty years
since your first breath
that a sothsayer speaks
harsh her vision
It is both a blessing and
a curse
as are all relationships
but those with yourself
are the most karmic
On that fateful night
when your young lover
awoke without you
and ran away
leaving you
to die
on that night when you
awoke
to choking smoke
and flames
to find yourself abandoned alone
On that night from hell
when you pulled yourself
through metal bars
that seared your flesh
you left more behind
than just skinYou left behind
your own humanity
your belief in loveFrom that night on
you have been running
and running
from all your loversYou are afraid
that to truely open to love
means that your lover
will burn you
again
will leave you
to die
will abandon you
to that which would
consume you
You traveled half way round the world
to meet me
the sothsayer
a keeper of spirit
you slipped into my heart
and seduced me
while all around us
the room was burning
I did not run from your flames
I did not leave you
I did not abandon you
and I did not consume you
I saw how the goddess
of fire has sculpted your body
and I worshipped at her temple
I am not that young lover
who left you to die
You came to me
and I gave you new life
I took your pain
and gifted you with pure love
You flirt with me … get aroused
and make love in the arms of another
I am that spark like fire
for you
that is true
but I am not going to burn you
because I do love you
my arms have always been here for you
You treat me badly
without awareness mostly
but somewhere deep inside
you fear that flame …
learn to love yourself
and you will not fear me anymore
I do not have to say to you
that maybe I will
and maybe I won’t
be your lover
I do not give lip service
to what my heart knows
as truthI, the sothsayer, do not fear
commitment
because I know that it is
an illusion in concept
for it lives
no matter what lips say otherwise
When I allowed you
to loose the fibre of my heart
I made a commitment
of love
to you
It is as pure
and simple as that
and you struggle with the same
for you allowed me to loose your
heart fiber
and it scared you
and you’ve been running ever since
I know you don’t hate me
and that when you treat me badly
it is from a place of fear
that speaks to you
calls you back into those flames
I don’t condone your behavior
but I don’t hate you for it either
… mostly it just makes me cry
How sad that I know your soul
that I have delighted your passions
that I feel you in abscence
that you want to call me friend
… even best friend at one time
and still
… still
you fear me
I cannot speak for the others
only for me, this sothsayer
I am not your destruction
I am the keeper of your true
gardian
for you were born of the flames
to die
and rise again
to know the flames again with me
to give way to it
in passion
in sacred union
to rise
and fall
as lovers do
We are more than flames
dear one
How many times have I told you
the way in
is the way out
I have held this vision and truth
a long time now
today I share them with you
You want to do the work
but you’re too afraid
of the fire
of the passion
of the Pheonix
of me
Forty years of life is a cross-road
are you my eternal lover
my passionate woman
my flaming pheonix
… or aren’t you?!
It’s not a mental question
… either you know yourself
or you don’t
either you want to do the work
want to go to those places
… or you don’t
On this Candlemas of your 40th year
I gift you with a healing
to confront the younger self
who nearly died in that fire
… and I gift you with your next
gardian animal, the Pheonix
says I, the fire shamaness
of true love
I love you deeply
I celebrate your day of breath
even if you refuse to celebrate with me
I am glad we have had this time
together
that we were hungry lovers
once upon a time
You gifted me with sacredness
and then with the fire of pain
I am karmically changed
and as my Pheonix dies in flames
I am ready to rebirth
to remember in celebration
all that I hold sacred
I love you with all my heart
I alone cannot change your fears
the work you seek …
I am showing you here what it is
this is what holds you back
you are greater than this fear
but yet you are afraid
of what your head tells you
I am not of your head
that place is for others
I am in a deeper place than that
but maybe too deep
… you’ve forgotten me
and so it is
… my worst fear realized
I celebrate your birth
for I am richer for the journey
as are you
and I embrace the fact
that there’s always hope
If not this life, then when?
