For the Golden Dusts in the Valley of Nysa

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/364589-joro/

Joro

I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear

O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.

Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place

No total amnesty Her eyes and Ours belong entwine
sign of time, before... so after
we ride the current of woodland stream
morning dew
evenings dream
the green curls rise
a soft wrap of luxury to the encroach lain empty

Bast of my soul, we are as we are
secure to either side
wild
You are not demure
but vigilant supreme
thine eyes, thine eyes
protections Forever

Written by souladareatease
Published 14th Nov 2019