Pitter Patter; Goes My Heart
Dreams in a smokey form.
Herb of mystical lore.
Arms Heavy eyes Red.
Peaceful Vision inside my head.
Euphoric Memories pass me by.
I realize now why they call it a high.
Clouds above my Auroic Light.
Bring me through the dawn of night.
My mind begins to wander
My cares begin to fade
Western winds blow on the fields
And The cricket’s saronade
The wizard comes to find me
To Tell me of his tale.
The whispering of his story
Wakes the nightingale.
My mind is pleasantly sailing
upon my angel’s wings
the stars are fires in the sky
Writting the songs our nightinggale sings
I hear a tune and it speaks to me
My soul dances to the sway
And with smiling faces filled with glee
The children turn away.
I close my eyes and begin to sink.
Emersed in thoughts I calmly think.
Down and down into the lake of spirit.
The song has taken me and Beyond it.
My spirit lifted into the sky.
I smile and bask in flowering why.
A puff of my herb, my reality settles.
Into the glory of the shadows.
Pitter patter goes my heart into the tall dark night
Written by Darryl McMillan (Circa 2005-2006)
The priestess stands high above her city
Holding a child to the skies so blessedly humble
She whispers said spell in her cryptic language
The baby stops crying as if touched by some spirit
Coeing the child is, And to become a solitary pillar of strength
A tear rolls down Celentia’s face
A symbol of love paying homage to life
A raven flies to her shoulder with pride
Celentia is filled with joy as she recieves this gift
From her spirit guide telling her she has done right
She gazes upon her city and the silence of her people
Cloaked in the black nothingness of the night
The child is hidden from the eyes of judgement
Upon this night a hero is born
And Celentia shall find internal rest
Upon the cliff overlooking the town
And in this rest she shall regain her composure
A son must be born, Pathaetes too precious
To be travelling alone to the garden of life.
Here’s to you sweet moonlight dancer
Let the music take you deep, deep into
the caverns of your soul in your hunt for
all that glitters. may you find solice in
your delicate pleasureful movement
In meeting your soul,
Dance to the music of my beating heart
Be still; upon you a life time and may this
Life time be just a blink in the eye of eternity
For in this timless dance you show
Your beauty and your grace and all of this
Being timeless let your mind be filled
O moonlight dancer bless you in your art
For your movement whispers hope into
the ears of a dying soul, and helps it to grow
Tiny little moonlight dancer, the music has stopped
it is my turn to lead you, are you ready?
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan