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Dawn's Prayer for the WorldAs I open my eyes today,
Let Nature hear these words I say:
Mother Moon and Father Sun
Rejoice, the magick has begun!
Grandmother Earth and Grandfather Sky
Help me honor the days gone by!
Brother Animals, Sister Plants
For harmony these words I chant!
Let this be a fruitful day!
My will makes true these words I pray!
MultiplicityThe path bites e'er harder; my worn, weary soles
Burdened with secrets, too many ways to go
Take the price of betrayal or the reward of trust?
My heart a full pouch...carry it I must
Shall a lion in triumph rear upon my crown
or in questions, anguish, and pleas will I drown?
Each of these ends has appeared in these eyes
Yet to find the answer I am not enough wise
With power and promise I stand here and now
She of the Choice smiles, for She knows
Her teeth I see, wicked in Her lantern's shine
My worry She feels, hears in Her dogs' whines
With split fingers She beckons down that hazy road
And the choice I will follow, now I have been told
A nail taps my shoulder as I step away
Echoes of guilt in my soul...here to stay?
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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