Post by celtic stardust on Nov 12, 2011 18:47:42 GMT
Moonlit Serenade, the Phoenix's Wing
Faerie swirls channeled within shows the mercy of deepest sin. From darkness doubt of theirs asunder, to the morning's round of distant thunder, therein the light of the storm a phoenix flies, his gaze fiery as he takes to the skies. For in the darkness in the deep comes a call that beckons sleep from the ashes of the phoenix fire rekindles the passion for a god sender's desire. And as the message comes through in rhyme along with meaningful words of time, the passion's motivated to softly speak, words of love that can unearth the heart for from the heart love only lasts. And as the heart answers each calling, this writer will express her thoughts, for in each and every pathway is a new direction which warrants some distinct everyday reflection and as this writer creates her muse, the poet's pen poises to amuse, the audience with its quirky voice, but beyond the words it includes a feisty twist which puts the writer through clouds of mist. As the clouds of mists begin to clear, the worries and stress of every year disperse as does the overwhelming fear, but faeries they won't despair or judge, for she's moving forward without a nudge. It has to be said that when there's a storm of thoughts and feelings beginning to form, the words you see will write themselves as stories and poems begin to tell, it all begins with a simple kiss, that echoes with a simple tryst. The tryst that reminds this author's prose of joyful tides and sugary roses that form wistfulness in gentle poses, that become sweet upon your tongue as the wispy drops become one by one. And as the words roll on that idea, as the idea transforms into a light, more than one of us has the strength to fight, a fierce some battle that clears the doubt of old times past that sought to last, the doubt and mist soon will clear, leaving this writer familiar with the words that whirl and twirl upon the page that's already going yellow with age.
I think she knows what now to do only she has friends who will help her see it through, perhaps she knows that she's to feel free. Like the phoenix rising higher, this writer seems to be quite a quick flier, but there is a time when she will want to land and those friends will be around at hand, so if she wants to call us then, we'll be around to see her begin again. So when the moon is rising above the sea, while we watch the silver tide swirling in, we listen to whispered fragments of conversation that we reel within, but not everything is all as it seems. So if by chance this writer pertains to the message within this verse, know that in your heart, the answers find you at long last, you know that in your heart of hearts, a warrior you are from the very start. Stars that have listened to your request have heard answered for your very best, do not worry my love, my friend, for I am with you until the bitter end. When the horse rears his head, that's when I'll know this has been said. And passed on to many who just like to read for that's when I will know, this message has been freed.
So grant me my beholden writer, bestow this gift of these words out to all, for you can now become wiser before a fall. See beyond the silent waters, where the storm has now ceased in the deep and look beyond the calmness to where the bargain is driven steep, the sea gradually embraces the sunset that is symbolic in a sense, a chapter of your life has ended, but a new beginning is with you, hence, the battle may seem like a battle, but it's no longer the feeling of a war. You've done this many a time in the past, you can do this again like before. This writer knows to put aside her doubt and her ego in the present, particularly when working with the creative gift, but when the weather is more dominant, when the sea is choppy, don't forget that when signs come, they are heaven sent, for angels and guides are around you now even if you won't allow. As we sit beside the fire rekindling the phoenix's fire, a trail of embers lie within his wake and we know the direction that we must take. For in each and every verse that's given despite the anomalies and the rhythm. Despite the mastery of the words in rhyme, despite the meaning behind the lines. Look beyond and up to the stars for you'll know the wisdom comes from afar. This is the seafarer's story of the storm that only comes when emotions are torn, listen to your heart for your heart's wisdom always lasts. I'll end this with a simple kiss that is the ending of this tryst. God bless you my friend.
Channeled by CelticStardust and her Guide Team (12th November 2011) Any duplications that have been posted anywhere else are made by me and solely by me under a different alias.
Blessings and thanks
CelticStardust
Faerie swirls channeled within shows the mercy of deepest sin. From darkness doubt of theirs asunder, to the morning's round of distant thunder, therein the light of the storm a phoenix flies, his gaze fiery as he takes to the skies. For in the darkness in the deep comes a call that beckons sleep from the ashes of the phoenix fire rekindles the passion for a god sender's desire. And as the message comes through in rhyme along with meaningful words of time, the passion's motivated to softly speak, words of love that can unearth the heart for from the heart love only lasts. And as the heart answers each calling, this writer will express her thoughts, for in each and every pathway is a new direction which warrants some distinct everyday reflection and as this writer creates her muse, the poet's pen poises to amuse, the audience with its quirky voice, but beyond the words it includes a feisty twist which puts the writer through clouds of mist. As the clouds of mists begin to clear, the worries and stress of every year disperse as does the overwhelming fear, but faeries they won't despair or judge, for she's moving forward without a nudge. It has to be said that when there's a storm of thoughts and feelings beginning to form, the words you see will write themselves as stories and poems begin to tell, it all begins with a simple kiss, that echoes with a simple tryst. The tryst that reminds this author's prose of joyful tides and sugary roses that form wistfulness in gentle poses, that become sweet upon your tongue as the wispy drops become one by one. And as the words roll on that idea, as the idea transforms into a light, more than one of us has the strength to fight, a fierce some battle that clears the doubt of old times past that sought to last, the doubt and mist soon will clear, leaving this writer familiar with the words that whirl and twirl upon the page that's already going yellow with age.
I think she knows what now to do only she has friends who will help her see it through, perhaps she knows that she's to feel free. Like the phoenix rising higher, this writer seems to be quite a quick flier, but there is a time when she will want to land and those friends will be around at hand, so if she wants to call us then, we'll be around to see her begin again. So when the moon is rising above the sea, while we watch the silver tide swirling in, we listen to whispered fragments of conversation that we reel within, but not everything is all as it seems. So if by chance this writer pertains to the message within this verse, know that in your heart, the answers find you at long last, you know that in your heart of hearts, a warrior you are from the very start. Stars that have listened to your request have heard answered for your very best, do not worry my love, my friend, for I am with you until the bitter end. When the horse rears his head, that's when I'll know this has been said. And passed on to many who just like to read for that's when I will know, this message has been freed.
So grant me my beholden writer, bestow this gift of these words out to all, for you can now become wiser before a fall. See beyond the silent waters, where the storm has now ceased in the deep and look beyond the calmness to where the bargain is driven steep, the sea gradually embraces the sunset that is symbolic in a sense, a chapter of your life has ended, but a new beginning is with you, hence, the battle may seem like a battle, but it's no longer the feeling of a war. You've done this many a time in the past, you can do this again like before. This writer knows to put aside her doubt and her ego in the present, particularly when working with the creative gift, but when the weather is more dominant, when the sea is choppy, don't forget that when signs come, they are heaven sent, for angels and guides are around you now even if you won't allow. As we sit beside the fire rekindling the phoenix's fire, a trail of embers lie within his wake and we know the direction that we must take. For in each and every verse that's given despite the anomalies and the rhythm. Despite the mastery of the words in rhyme, despite the meaning behind the lines. Look beyond and up to the stars for you'll know the wisdom comes from afar. This is the seafarer's story of the storm that only comes when emotions are torn, listen to your heart for your heart's wisdom always lasts. I'll end this with a simple kiss that is the ending of this tryst. God bless you my friend.
Channeled by CelticStardust and her Guide Team (12th November 2011) Any duplications that have been posted anywhere else are made by me and solely by me under a different alias.
Blessings and thanks
CelticStardust
