Three Sonnets by Staeorra Rokraven
THE CLOUD SCULPTORS
The air finds flight in forms of lofty wind
As one with nature's children taking part
And soaring up to go and find a friend
Then join with water spinning wispy art.
This nature's process has eternal known
The way to hang up on the sky these drapes
But wonder not how these soft clouds have grown
From fleecy strand filled webs to take their shapes?
Perhaps the artist's brush a thing unseen
With living tools the Elder Gods express
Those fiery ones whose scales and talons gleam
To grace the heavens with their soft caress.
Now see the strokes of carving wings along
With falling rain - the strains of Dragon song.
A DREAMING DESIRE
A spark comes coiling to the edge of sleep
From realms arcane which have become unknown
And from this psychic well does beauty leap
A vision cherished for to call my own.
This wispy strand now takes it's shape in fire
And fueled by sources boldly to enchant
Then forming curves from wish of heart's desire
A Woman's eyes all graced with Elvish slant.
The shield maid's arms then reach and wanting clasp
We intertwine within her streaming hair
Then sighing voices send a heartfelt gasp
As fragrance heralds tawny skin now bare'd.
This honored Lady may in shadows walk
But fate may someday find my heart unlock.
TO THE BONFIRES
A circle gathered round a roaring pit
All joining hands to bask within it's glow
And under Moon crowned sky all starry lit
We sing and praise the Power's shadowed flow.
For some the flames form dancing Dragon's wing
And other smoke wrought visions climb the air
For all a caring closeness will this bring
And psychic current bonding hearts to share.
We charge this timeless place between the worlds
To call the Goddess' love within our hearts
And join with her our joyous souls unfurled
Our spirits dance with her by ancient arts.
This night forever captured in this glade
To see old souls re-met and friendships made.
by Staeorra Rokraven -- 9 March 1989
