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Poem: Faerie Snow

(c)1996, Gayle P. Nastasi

A young man walked the winter wood All round him snowy white The shadows blue grew long and deep As day gave way to night

He quick’d his pace as the daylight waned And pulled his collar high His breath did frost in the dark’ning air As movement caught his [Click title to read post ...]

Poem: Magic

(c) 1993, Gayle P. Nastasi (September 21)

A silver strand of starlight weaves between us Like a magical web, bonding and binding Strengthening our spirits and the magic within Spiraling ever outward

The farthest reaches of the Universe The nucleus of every atom Bound with the living spark of magic That circles on and [Click title to read post ...]

Poem: Dreams

(c)1976, Gayle (Stubbs) Nastasi

Black silken fur shimmered As steel-spring muscles twitched A quiet miaou ushered from his throat As the cat slept, dreaming.

I wondered where he was hunting tonight And what prey was being stalked in dream Did he hunt mice behind the barn Or was he a tiger, sliding silently through [Click title to read post ...]

Poem: Dragons

(c)1995, Gayle P. Nastasi

Precious one, do you not know Dragons never die? Their bodies may grow cold And the sparkle leaves their eye Their fiery breath will leave them And great pinions no more fly

But dragons never die

The starlight takes them, sweet one Upon its back away And up into the heavens [Click title to read post ...]