Circles Of Stone
Form: Rondine
Oh whisper winds across the plain, I sing to Thee,
as ancient stones surround my soul with grace,
in depredation look to her sweet face.
a silhouette against the storm in me,
on knees I plea for blessed sanctuary,
her voice is calling from another place,
oh, whisper winds across the plain.
With no beginning there is no end; see
my eyes the truth finally takes its place,
contrite, my heart in Pagan love embrace,
my Goddess, pray my soul still calls to Thee,
oh, whisper winds across the plain
©JGFarmer2014
A Garret Poet 
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