WOODLAND LADY

she looks upon this sacred site
a place that stands so fine
where the woodland stream still whispers
and the freedom all is mine
who is this beautiful lady
the one who silently draws near
as she fills my eyes with her memories
of the things she held so dear
her face portrays such beauty
frozen through time in stone
as we stand together in silence
a timeframe we share alone
she takes away all fear now
as alone in her woodland we stand
where the silence is almost heaven sent
and the night falls upon the land
but who is this woodland lady
with moonlight on her face
who silently watches over
not a leaf moves in the forest
no person remains in sight
just the lady of the woodland
and the stream that flows nearby
i thank her for my time here
and for the silence where iv been
but the memories of this lady
remains with me unseen

Ian Ross Barlow

I saw this today and brought it to post on here , as i thouth it was a lovely poem , and on the other side of the card reads ( SNOWBIRD ) Spiritual poems

posted by muriel