Zakala's Poetry
Sometimes alone, she whispers to her heart
She keeps it in an alabaster shroud
Sometimes apart, she spreads her soul wide
Drinking in the moonlight
Drinking in the clouds
She keeps it in an alabaster shroud
Sometimes apart, she spreads her soul wide
Drinking in the moonlight
Drinking in the clouds
On Beltane
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On Beltane
these are the days
which I will remember
only in passing.
nothing special;
no holiday celebrations,
just work, for the masses
and for me, private devotion,
after all: solitude and silence
meeting in my humble praise.
how quietly She passes
through the lives of so many
oblivious to her.
(these are the days
of which I remember
only her passing).
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