Poetic Verses
Bluebells
Wild bluebells I catch their scent
Drawing me to kneel amongst their beauty.
Achingly sweet the colours of gods thoughts.
Is this how heaven feels this Elysian field?
I would lie here the sun stroking my skin,
No other place calls to me draws me this way,
As this one, where my ancestors bled.
I am home at long last, kin unto kin.
Wild pagan fires, feet flying a strong beat,
Instincts and nature govern all dwellers.
To sin here will ensure banishment,
To play here will ease your life's path
Drawing me to kneel amongst their beauty.
Achingly sweet the colours of gods thoughts.
Is this how heaven feels this Elysian field?
I would lie here the sun stroking my skin,
No other place calls to me draws me this way,
As this one, where my ancestors bled.
I am home at long last, kin unto kin.
Wild pagan fires, feet flying a strong beat,
Instincts and nature govern all dwellers.
To sin here will ensure banishment,
To play here will ease your life's path