Mystic Retreat by Devlyn Rhys Young

The Fibers of the Sacred Web
Extend beyond my Force,
They reach beyond my Knowing
And draw me to their Source;
And yet, the Path leads inward
Encompassing the Whole -
The Fibers of the Sacred Web
Are spun from my own Soul...
And so, into my Center,
I step, as in retreat,
Reclaiming my own Power,
Healing my own Keep;
With patience learned the hard way,
I mend my tattered Weave,
Until my Sacred Web is whole -
And I am called to leave

Untitled by Jennifer Monaghan

almost without noticing
my typing fingers
desist their movement
my eyes close, lips part
i lift my chin
music drifts from an open
door down the hall
sound mixes with air
flows into my
body with every breath
fills me with serenity
and passion together
stirring my blood
for a moment the room
disappears
there is only the sound of the
violin,
nothing else
even i almost cease to exist
yet at the same time my
existence is magnified
and i become
something greater
than life
i become the sound, i become
the violin and the violinist
i can feel her concentration, her
panic as the bow
draws itself
across the trembling strings
a myriad of
emotions indistinguishable from
one another
reflected in the last note
and then silence

Interlude by Darla Fitzgerald

Ticking of the kitchen clock
Moments measuring in time

Pen composing on lined paper
Ink gliding side to side

Gazing out rain spotted windows
Panes of glass dividing by eight

Sky painting the oceans blue
Clouds floating to set sail

Gentle waves of wind drifting
Sea of grass rising and falling

Tree tops swaying in flowing rhythm
Leaves dancing in golden sunlight

Butterflies hiding in secret places
Songbirds playing follow the leader

Ticking of the kitchen clock
Soul searching for magical wishes

Untitled by Lynzi

It was a moonlit night, like this,
The lady took to walking.
She passed beneath the apple trees,
Skirted the hives of honey bees
And made her way, with graceful ease
Into the glade.

Beside the babbling brook she sat
And watched the full moon rise.
Across the glade she heard a tread;
A monster there, with drooping head,
Collapsed upon a leafy bed,
Beneath the trees.

The lady's heart was filled with fear,
She turned to run away
But as she turned, she did behold
That on the scales of glittering gold,
A darkness, which the moonlight showed,
Was blood.

She could not leave it lying there,
To slowly bleed to death.
She cleansed the wound with gentle hands
Singing a song of healing, and
The creature seemed to understand
And hummed along.

Each night, for a week, she walked
Into the forest glade.
To sing her songs and help to mend
The wounds upon her golden friend
And started each night to pretend;
He loved her too.

And then one night he was not there,
Her heart was filled with grief.
A man was standing in his place,
With hair of gold and handsome face
And with a kind of thoughtless grace,
He smiled at her.

"What have you done with him" She cried
As tears filled her eyes.
The stranger smiled and shook his head
"Don't be afraid, your friend's not dead"
"His name is Tarsprin" the man said
"He loves you too"

He walked toward her, near the brook,
And took her hands in his.
She gazed into his golden eyes
And suddenly she realised;
"It's you! You're him, my love!" she cried,
And fell into his arms.

The common story told is of
A maid and unicorn.
Less well known, or so it seems,
Only remembered now, in dreams,
Is the tale of the dragon and his Queen
and their love

I like summer By Aaron Betson

Summer is fun when you're playing in the sun
I know sometimes it's hot
But I go to the beach and the water is not
Some people complain and say that summer is a pain
But in summer flowers are in full bloom
Even the ones in a room
I know this maybe something new
I like summer yes I do